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    limbless trunk , and all was over—but I , I live on still , Doctor ! But won ' t you give me some wine—some water then , for I am thirsty as Tantalus . " * ' # # # # - *

    I almost wish that I had never commenced this story . — If it were a fiction I should not care , for creating I may create at will ; but this is , alas ! too true : and as I have begun , so I must finish , in the truth . But the truth is very painful to tell . Poor White , upon quitting Dr R 's ( I am now retracing the path of my

    narrative , and speak of the time when he abandoned his ushership ) immediately removed himself to St Mary ' s . There , existing upon his slender professional savings , he laboured on witn unwearying perseverance . Exercising the most rigid economy both of time and money ,

    " His faith , abiding the appointed time , " he sustained his soul in the midst of privation . He had laid aside all selfishness ; pleasure was to him a thing denied , and the only light which illumined his pathway was that of a quiet conscience and the hope of ultimate rest . This light ought to have struck sunshine into his soul ; but I question whether it did ; for indeed it is a hard thing to journey onward day after day , night after night , treading underfoot the fairest flowers of life and gathering no corn into the granary , companionless and without sympathy in the world , enjoying neither health nor riches , 6 Nor fame , nor power , nor love , nor leisure— ' *

    Indeed it is very hard My pen seems to linger in this place , and I begin to generalize where I ought to proceed with my narrative . I set down a common-place instead of a fact ; but the facts which / have to tell reflect no honour upon humanity . Evil things I am now about to speak of—things very hideous and debasing . I blush for mankind as I write them .

    Poor White had a mother and a sister ; they were his only relatives , and he supported them . I know not how he managed , for his receipts were very small , but he did support themboth the mother and the daughter . It was a noble thing ; for them he laboured , for them he studied night and day , for them he denied himself not merely the comforts , but indeed the very nacessaries of existence , for them he braved the contumely of

    the world , pining in solitude and despised . Many a night did he retire hungry to a bed but poorly supplied with coverlids ? - * many a cold winter evening did he sit , with his onl y blanket pinned around his neck , for he had not wherewithal to buy fuel j and when he looked at his fireless grate he sighed not , but

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 1, 1837, page 145, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1829/page/19/