A DEATH-BED, In a letter to R. H. Esq. of B.
Wellstillmakeemrun,andwellstillmakeemsweat,
InspiteofthedevilandBrusselsGazette!
WhatistheBrusselsGazettenow?Icry,whileIenditethesetrifles.Hispoorgirlswhoare,Ibelieve,pactofsolidgoodness,willhavetoreceivetheirafflictedmotheratanunsuccessfulhomeinapettyvillagein——shire,whereforyearstheyhavebeenstrugglingtoraiseaGirlsSchoolwithnoeffect.PoordeafRobert(andthelesshopefulforbeingso)isthrownupadeafworld,withouttheforttohisfatheronhisdeath-bedofknowinghimprovidedfor.Theyareleftalmostprovisionless.Somelifeassurancethereis,butIfear,notexceeding.Theirhopesmustbefromyourcorporation,whichtheirfatherhasservedforfiftyyears.WhoorwhatareyourLeadingMembersnow,Iknownot.Isthereany,towhomwithoutimpertinence,youcanrepresentthetruecircumstancesofthefamily?YoucannotsaygoodenoughofpoorR.,andhispoorwife.Obligemeandthedead,ifyoucan.