dream without the awful fanctions of heaven and hell. Virtue is but a fhadow, if it be stripped of the terrors and the 'promises of the Gofpel. Morality is but ❝ an empty name, if it be deftitute of the principle and power of Christianity. Oh, my dear fellow-fervants! take warning by my fad fate, never be tempted away 'from a fober fervice for the fake of a

little more wages: never venture your 'immortal fouls in houfes where God is not feared. And now hear me, O my God, though I have blafphemed thee! forgive me, O my Saviour, though I have denied thee! O Lord most holy, O God moft mighty, deliver me from the bitter pains of eternal death, and receive my foul for His fake who died for finners.

WILLIAM WILSON.'

Mr. Trueman would never leave this poor penitent till he was launched into eternity, but attended him with the minister

in the cart. This pious clergyman never cared to say what he thought of William's ftate. When Mr. Fantom ventured to mention his hope, that though his penitence was late, yet it was fincere, and fpoke of the dying thief on the cross as a ground of encouragement, the minifter, with a very serious look, made this anfwer: "Sir, that inftance is too often "brought forward on occafions to which "it does not apply: I do not chufe to fay any thing to your application of it "in the prefent cafe, but I will answer you in the words of a good man speaking of the penitent thief: There is one "fuch inftance given that nobody might "despair, and there is but one, that nobody might prefume."

Poor William was turned off juft a quartér before eleven; and may the Lord have had mercy on his foul!

THE

TWO WEALTHY FARMERS;

OR,

THE HISTORY

OF

MR. BRAGWELL.

IN SEVEN PARTS.

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THE

TWO WEALTHY FARMERS.

PART I.

The Vifit.

MR. Bragwell and Mr. Worthy happened to meet laft year at Weyhill-fair. They were glad to fee each other, as they had but feldom met of late; Mr. Bragwell having removed some years before from Mr. Worthy's neighbourhood, to a distant village, where he had bought an estate.

Mr. Bragwell was a fubftantial Farmer and Grazier. He had rifen in the world by what worldly men call a run of good fortune. He had also been a man of great industry;

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