pleasing information of his son, it was read aloud by his servant; upon the conclusion of which, Mr. Howard, turning his head, said, "Is not this comfort for a dying father?" He then made the admiral promise to read the service of the Church of England over his grave, and that he should be buried, in all respects, according to the forms of his own country.

Having succeeded in his application, the countenance of Mr. Howard brightened; a gleam of evident satisfaction came over his face, and he prepared to go to bed. He then made his will; shortly after which, symptoms of delirium appeared.

After this, he ceased to speak. A physician was called in, who prescribed the musk draught. It was administered by Admiral Mordvinof, who prevailed on Mr. Howard to swallow a little; but he refused the rest, evincing great disapprobation. A rattling in the throat ensued, and he shortly after breathed his last.

"I cannot name this gentleman," says Mr. Burke, "without remarking that his labors and writings have done much,

to open the eyes and hearts of mankind. He visited all Europe, not to survey the sumptuousness of palaces, or the stateliness of temples; not to make accurate measurements of the remains of ancient grandeur; not to form a scale of the curiosities of modern art; not to collect medals or collate manuscripts; but to dive into the depth of dungeons; to plunge into the infection of hospitals; to survey the mansions of sorrow and pain; to take the gauge and dimensions of misery, depression, and contempt; to remember the forgotten, to attend to the neglected, to visit the forsaken, and to compare and collate the distresses of all men, in all countries. His plan was original, and it was as full of genius as it was of humanity. It was a voyage of discovery, a circumnavigation of charity. The benefit of his labor is felt more or less in every country; and, at his final reward, he will receive, not by retail but in gross, the reward of those, who visit the prisoner.

LESSON LXX.

The Sultan and Mr. Haswell.*

Sultan. ENGLISHMAN, you were invited hither to receive public thanks for our troops, restored to health by your prescriptions. Ask a reward adequate to your services.

Haswell. Sultan, the reward I ask, is, leave to preserve more of your people still.

Sult. How more? my subjects are in health; no contagion visits them.

Hasw. The prisoner is your subject. There, misery, more contagious than disease, preys on the lives of hundreds: sentenced but to confinement, their doom is death. Immured in damp and dreary vaults, they daily perish; and who can tell but that, among the many hapless sufferers, there may be hearts bent down with penitence, to Heaven and you, for every slight offence—there may be some, among the wretched multitude, even innocent victims. Let me seek them out. let me save them and you.

Sult. Amazement ! retract your application: curb this weak pity; and accept our thanks.

Hasw. Restrain my pity! and what can I receive in recompense for that soft bond which links me to the wretched, and, while it soothes their sorrow, repays me more than all the gifts an empire can bestow! But, if it be a virtue repugnant to your plan of government, I apply not in the name of Pity, but of Justice.

*In the year 1786, says Mrs. Inchbald (the authoress of the play from which the above interesting extract is selected), Howard, under the name of Haswell, was on his philanthropic travels through Europs and parts of Asia, to mitigate the sufferings of the prisoners. He fell a sacrifice to his humanity; for, visiting a sick person at Cherson. who had a malignant fever, he caught the infection, and died January 20, 1790, aged 70. A statue is erected to his memory in St. Paul's cathe. dral, with a suitable inscription.

Sult. Justice!

Hasw. The justice that forbids all, but the worst of criminals, to be denied that wholesome air,

tion freely takes.

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brute crea

Sult. Consider for whom you plead for men (if not base culprits) so misled, so depraved, they are dangerous to our state, and deserve none of its blessings.

Hasw. If not upon the undeserving-if not upon the wretched wanderer from the paths of rectitude where shall the sun diffuse his light, or the clouds distil their dew? Where shall spring breathe fragrance, or autumn pour its plenty?

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Sult. Sir, your sentiments, still more your character, excite my curiosity. They tell me, that in our camps you visited each sick man's bed; administered, yourself, the healing draught; encouraged our savages with the hope of life, or pointed out their better hope in death. -The widow speaks your charities, the orphan lisps your bounties, and the rough Indian melts in tears to bless you. I wish to ask why you have done all this? what is it, that prompts you thus to befriend the miserable and forlorn?

Hasw. It is in vain to explain:—the time it would take to reveal to you

Sult. Satisfy my curiosity in writing, then.

Hasw. Nay, if you will read, I'll send a book in which is already written why I act thus.

Sult. What book? what is it called?

Hasw. "The Christian Doctrine." There you will find that all I have done was but my duty.

Sult. Your words recall reflections that distract me; nor can I bear the pressure on my mind, without confessing - I am a Christian.

*Pron. draft.

LESSON LXXI.

The Moneyed Man. - NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

OLD Jacob Stock! The chimes of the clock were not more punctual in proclaiming the progress of time, than in marking the regularity of his visits at the temples of Plutus in Threadneedle-street, and Bartholomew-lane. His devotion to them was exemplary. In vain the wind and the rain, the hail and the sleet, battled against his rugged front. Not the slippery ice, nor the thick-falling snow, nor the whole artillery of elementary warfare, could check the plodding perseverance of the man of the world, or tempt him to lose the chance, which the morning, however unpropitious it seemed, in its external aspect, might yield him of profiting by the turn of a fraction.

He was a stout-built, round-shouldered, squab-looking man, of a bearish aspect. His features were hard, and his heart was harder. You could read the interest-table in the wrinkles of his brow, trace the rise and fall of stocks by the look of his countenance; while avarice, selfishness, and moneygetting, glared from his gray, glassy eye. Nature had poured no balm into his breast; nor was his " gross and earthly mould "susceptible of pity. A single look of his would daunt the most importunate petitioner, that ever attempted to extract hard coin by the soft rhetoric of a heart-moving tale.

The wife of one, whom he had known in better days, pleaded before him for her sick husband, and famishing infants. Jacob, on occasions like these, was a man of few words. He was as chary of them as of his money, and he let her come to the end of her tale without interruption. She Indeed, he is very

paused for a reply; but he gave none. ill, sir." "Can't help it."

"We are very distressed"

"Our poor children, too

"Can't help it." "Can't help that neither.

The petitioner's eye looked a mournful reproach, which would have interpreted itself to any other heart but his, "Indeed, you can; " but she was silent. Jacob felt more awkwardly than he had ever done in his life. His hand involuntarily scrambled about his breeches' pocket. There was something like the weakness of human nature stirring within him. Some coin had unconsciously worked its way into his hand his fingers insensibly closed; but the effort to draw them forth, and the impossibility of effecting it without unclosing them, roused the dormant selfishness of his nature, and restored his self-possession.

"He has been very extravagant.'

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Ah, sir, he has been "Unfortunate!

Ah,

I was never unfortu

very unfortunate, not extravagant." it's the same thing. Little odds, I fancy. For my part, I wonder how folks can be unfortunate. nate. Nobody need be unfortunate, if they look after the main chănce. I always looked after the main chănce.” "He has had a large family to maintain.” "Ah! married foolishly; no offence to you, ma'am. But when poor folks marry poor folks, what are they to look for? you know. Besides, he was so foolishly fond of assisting others. If a friend was sick, or in jail, out came his purse, and then his creditors might go whistle. Now if he had married a woman with money, you know, why then...

The supplicant turned pale, and would have fainted. Jacob was alarmed; not that he sympathized, but a woman's fainting was a scene that he had not been used to: besides, there was an awkwardness about it; for Jacob was a bachelor.

Sixty summers had passed over his head without imparting a ray of warmth to his heart; without exciting one tender feeling for the sex, deprived of whose cheering presence, the paradise of the world were a wilderness of weeds. So he desperately extracted a crown piece from the depth profound, and thrust it hastily into her hand. The action recalled her