Can your comjiany be dispensed with by the best t>f men, for one, two, tlu’ec days? I have not had a happy hour since I saw you and Sir Charles Gran-(lisoa at my house on the forest. Al! is gloom and b.orror in ny niiiui: my dtvpondency is, tiuistbe, of the blackest kind, it is blacker than remorse: it;s iill ripiiiing; but no re|)cn1ance: I cannot, cannot, j.niat. Lord God of Heaven and Earth, what a \\— retch am I! with such a fortune; such estates; I am rich as Crcesus, yet more miserable than t’le wretch that begs his bread from door to door; and who oftener meets repulses, than relief “What a glorious choice has your patron made! Youth \\i\- broken; conscience his friend; he cannot knon — an ciK-my. () that I had lived thi — life of yor.i’ — patron! I cannot uvq a creature who docs not extol liiia.

My wine-merchant’s name is Danby Good God! What stories does he tell of him! Lord Jesus! What a heart must he have, that would permit him to do such things as Danby reports of him, of his own knowledge! While I As young a man as himself, for what I know With powers to do good, as great, perhaps greater than his own. Lord! Lord! Lord! what a hand have I made of it, for the last three or four years of my life! who might have reached threescore — and-ten with comfort! whereas now, at twenty-eight, I am on the very brink of the grave. It appears to me as ready dug: it yawns for me: I am neither fit to die, nor to live. My days are dreadful: my nights are worse: my bed is a bed of nettles, and not of down. Not one comfortable thouglit, not one good action, to revolve, in which I had not some vile gratification to promote! Wretched man! It is come home to me with a ven-geance.

You pr;;yed by me: you prajed for me. I have not bee’:—;. happy since Come and make me easy h’.ipny? can never be, in this world Lor pity, for chanty sake, come and teach me how to bear life, or how to prepare iur its cessation. And if Sir Charles Grandison would make me one more visit, would per.’-onally join in prayer with you and mC; a glimpse of comfort would once more dart in upon my mind.

Try your interest ^\ith him, my dear Sir, in n)y behalf; and come together. Where is he? The great God of Heaven and Larth prosper to him all his wishes, be he where he will, and be they what they will. Lvery-body will find their account in his prosperity. But I! what use have I made of the prosperit}— given me? iMerceda gone to his ac-count: Bagenhall undone: Jordan shunning me! Narrow-souled Jordan! He is reformed; but, not able to divide the man from the crime, he thinks lit cannot be in earnest, but by hating both. God liclp me! I cannot, now, if I would, give him a bad example’! Ho need not be afraid of my staggering him in his good purpopes.