You should be my mother's comforter, and you encrease her pain.

It ill suited you and your reverend character thus to curse your greatest enemy: you should not have curst him, villian as he is.'-- 'I did not curse him, child, did I ?'--'Indeed, Sir, you did; you curst him twice.'-- 'Then may heaven forgive me and him if I did.

And now, my son, I see it was more than human benevolence that first taught us to bless our enemies! Blest be his holy name for all the good he hath given, and for all that he hath taken away.

But it is not, it is not, a small distress that can wring tears from these old eyes, that have not wept for so many years.

My Child!--To undo my darling! May confusion seize! Heaven forgive me, what am I about to say! You may remember, my love, how good she was, and how charming; till this vile moment all her care was to make us happy.