One favour, for God’s sake, procure for me It is, that the man whose life once I sought, and thought myself justified by the provocation; who afterwards saved mine, for a time saved it, reserved as I was for ))ains, for sufferings, in mind and body, worse than death That this man will be the exe-cutor of my last will. I have not a friend left. My relations are hungering and watching for my death, as birds of prey over a field of battle. My next heirs are my worst enemies, and most hated by me. Dear Sir Charles Grandison. my deliverer, my preserver, from those bloody Frenchmen, if j’ou are the good man I think you, complete your kindness to him whom you have preserved; and say, you will be his executor. I xdll (because I mwl) do justice to the pretensions of those who will rejoice over my remains; and I will leave you a discretionary j)ower, in articles wherein you may think I have shewn hatred. For justice-sake, then, be my executor. And do you, good Bartlett, put me in the way of repentani’c; and I shall then be happy. Draw me ui), dear Sir, a prayer, that shall injlude confession. You cannot su]ipo^e me too bad a man, in a chris-tian sense, ‘i’iiiink (Jod, I am a Ch.ristian in belief, tlujugh I have been a devil in practice. You are a heavcnly-niiadid man; give nie words which may go to my heart; and tell me what I sliall say to my God.

Ti-il Sir C];.’’.-!esCr;nirlison, that ho ‘;:(’< tome the scrvi^‘c I reiiuit of him. i’or if he had not intcr-|)i>-^ — dso licllisliiy iis he did, ou Iloinislow-heath, I had been the Iv.-.shar.d of Miss Byron in two hoars; and sliu v/ouid have tho’.ight it h.er duty to refonu V J me: and, by the great God of Heaven, I swear, it was my intention to be reformed, and to make lier, if I could have had but her civilitij, though not her love, the best of husbands. Lord God of Heaven and Earth! whrit a happy man had I then been! Then had I never undertaken that damned expedition to France, of which I have repented ever since. Let your patron know how much I owe to him my unhappiness, and he will not, in justice, deny any reasonable, any honest request, that I shall make him.

Lord help me! What a long letter is here! My soul complains on paper: I do nothing but complain. It will be a relief, if your patron and you will visit, will pray for, will pity,

The most miserable of men, llARGRAVE POLLEXFEN.

Your brother’s eye followed mine, as I read. I frequently wept. In a soothing, tender, and re-spectful manner, he put his arm round me, and, taking my own handkerchief, unresisted, wiped away the tears as they fell on my cheek. These were his soothing words as my bosom heaved at the dreadful description of the poor man’s misery and despair: Sweet humanity! Charming sensibility! Check not the kindly gush! Dew-drops of Heaven! v/iping away my tears, and kissing the handkerchief ^Dew-drops of Heaven, from a mind, like that Heaven, mild and gracious! Poor Sir Hai’grave! I will attend him.