then about, and whether, had I beene born in her Place, I shoulde have beene as goode and happy as she,-when Harry came up, looking somewhat grave. I sayd, "What is the Matter?" He gave Answer, "Rose hath lost her Child." Oh!

-that we should live but a two Hours' Journey apart, and that she coulde lose a Child three Months olde whom I had never seene!

I ran to Father, and never left off praying him to let me goe to her till he consented.

—What, and if I had begged as hard, at the firste, to goe back to Mr. Milton? might he not have consented then?

.. Soe Harry took me; and as we drew neare Sheepscote, I was avised to think how grave, how barely friendly had beene our last Parting; and to ponder, would Rose make me welcome now? The Infant, Harry tolde me, had beene dead some Dayes; and, as we came in Sight of the little grey old Church, we saw a Knot of People coming out of the Church

yard,

yard, and guessed the Baby had just beene buried. Soe it proved—Mr. Agnew's House-door stood ajar; and when we tapped softlie and Cicely admitted us, we could see him standing by Rose, who was sitting on the Ground and crying as if she would not be comforted. When she hearde my Voice, she started up, flung her Arms about me, crying more bitterlie than before, and I cried too; and Mr. Agnew went away with Harry. Then Rose sayd to me, "You must not leave " me agayn."

In the Cool of the Evening, when Harry had left us, she took me into the Churchyarde, and scattered the little Grave with Flowers; and then continued sitting beside it on the Grasse, quiete, but not comfortlesse. I am avised to think

she prayed. Then Mr. Agnew came

forthe and sate on a flat Tombstone hard by; and without one Word of Introduction took out his Psalter, and commenced reading the Psalms for that Evening's Service; to wit, the 41st, the 42d, the

43de; in a low solemne Voice; and methoughte I never in my Life hearde aniething to equall it in the Way of Consolation. Rose's heavie Eyes graduallie lookt up from the Ground into her Husband's Face, and thence up to Heaven. After this, he read, or rather repeated, the Collect at the end of the Buriall Service, putting this Expression,-“ As our Hope is, this our deare Infant doth." Then he went on to say in a soothing Tone, "There hath noe Misfortune hap

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pened to us, but such as is common to "the Lot of alle Men. We are alle Sinners, even to the youngest, fayrest, "and seeminglie purest among us; and "Death entered the World by Sin, and, "constituted as we are, we would not, even if we could, dispense with Death.

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born, to be united with the Spiritts "of the Just made perfect, to partake of "everie Enjoyment which in this World