I know he would not let me suffer here in woe and want, if he were aware of my condition." "Why don't you write again ?" "It is useless." "Let me write, mother.

I will call him dear grandfather, and I am sure he will send you some money then: perhaps he will send for us to go to Liverpool, and live in his great house, and have servants to wait upon us." "Alas, my child, I have given up all hope of ever seeing him again in this world.

In my letters I confessed my fault, and begged his forgiveness.

He cannot be alive, or I am sure my last letters would have melted his heart." "Haven't you any brothers and sisters, mother ?" "I had one sister; and I have written several letters to her, but with no better success.

They may be all dead.