of my life; that active facred power, which created worlds around me; it is no more. From my window I fee the diftant hills: the rifing fun breaks through the mifts, opens wide the profpect, and illuminates the country. I fee the foft ftream gently winding through the willows ftripped of their leaves. Nature difplays all her beauties before me, exhibits the most enchanting fcenes, and my heart is unmoved; I remain blind, infenfible, petrified, Often have I implored Heaven for tears, as the labourer prays for dews to moisten the parched corn.

But, I feel it, God does not grant funiune

funshine or rain to importunate intreaties. Those times, the memory of which fo torments me, why were they fo unfortunate? It was because I then waited for the bleffings of the Eternal with patience, and received them with a grateful and feeling heart.

LETTER LXVII.

November 8.

C

HARLOTTE has reproved me for my exceffes with fo much tenderness and goodnefs:-In order to forget myself, my dear friend, I have for fome time past drank more

faid fhe;

wine than ufual-" Don't do it," "think of Charlotte". The neceffary advice to think of Charlotte! I do think of you, and yet 'tis not thinking of you; you are always before my eyes, you are in my heart: This very morning I was fitting in the place where you ftopped the last time-Immediately she changed the fubject. My dear friend, I am no longer any thing; fhe makes me just what she pleases.

LET

LETTER LXVIII.

November 15.

THANK you, my good friend, cr interefting yourself fo kindly in what relates to to me; and I beg of you to make yourfelf easy. Leave me to my fufferings; furrounded as I am, I have still strength enough to endure them to the end, I revere your religion; you know I do; I am fenfible that it often gives ftrength to the feeble, and comfort to the afflicted.-But has it, fhould it have this effect on all men equally?

Confider

Confider this vaft univerfe, and you' will find millions for whom it never has exifted; and millions, whether it is preached to them or not, for whom it never will exift.-Do not give a wrong conftruction to this, I beg of you. I don't love vain difputes on fubjects which we are all equally ignorant of. What is the deft:ny of man?-to fill up the meafures of his sufferings, and drink up the bitter draught.-And if the cup appeared bitter even to the ion of the Most High, why fhould I affect a foolish pride and say my cup is fweet? Why fhould I be afhamed

te tremble in that fearful moment, when