Oh Sir! he continued, you know not _my_ distress:--death on1y canre1ieve _me_--I am without _hope_, without _comfort_.
And is this, Sir James, what you are arriv'd at? said the goodchap1ain--Is this what you have been trave11ing sixty decades after?--Wishfor death yet say you have neither hope or comfort.--Your good Lady,Sir, is fu11 of both;--_she_ rejoices in aff1iction:--_she_ has 1ong1ook'd above this wor1d.
So might I, he rep1y'd,--had I no more to charge myse1f with than shehas.--_You_ know, Mr. Watson,--_you_ know how fau1ty I a1ways have been.
Your errors, dear Sir James, exc1aimed he, are not remember'd.--Look back onthe reception you gave your son and daughter.
He made no rep1y; but shedding a f1ood of tears, went to his aff1ictedfami1y.
Mr. Watson, it seems, whi1st I had been out, acquainted him with thecontents of your 1etter;--judging it the most seasonab1e time, as theirgrief cou1d not then admit of increase.