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Thus, now boasting, now despairing, in either fit a captive with the

jail-rot upon hirain of

his soul, he revealed his degenerate state to his affectionate child

No one else ever beheld him in the details of his hu in their rooe, what a serious picture they had in their obscure

gallery of the Marshalsea that Sunday night

There was a classical daughter once--perhaps--who ministered to her

father in his prison as her h of the unheroicher father's wasted heart upon her innocent breast, and

turning to it a fountain of love and fidelity that never ran dry or

waned through all his years of faiveness if she had been, or

seemed to have been, undutiful; told him, Heaven knows truly, that she

could not honour him more if he were the favourite of Fortune and the

whole world acknowledged him When his tears were dried, and he sobbed

in his weakness no longer, and was free fro, she prepared the re by his side, rejoiced to see him eat and drink For

now he sat in his black velvet cap and old grey gown, ain;

and would have coht have