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    again in dread or doubt ; at that imstant a little ehikl * wild with terror , ran past her , weeping piteously ; that cry turned the

    balance in favour of life and her fellow-creatures . She pursued the child , who had evidently strayed away from his home , or some guiding hand , and had , as the gloom of evening gathered , become conscious of his state . Dorcas took him in her arms ,

    and the effort which she made to soothe the violence of his grief suspended or subdued her own . The exhausted child bowed his head upon her neck , around which he had convulsively clasped his arms , and his tears ran on to her bosom , till , under the united influence of its warmth , his own weariness , and the pitying murmur of her voice , which lulled

    his ear , he fell into slumber . How simple is the manner in which Nature actB upon her creatures , and how powerful ! The little one ' s tears had fallen upon the breast of Dorcas like rain on a tempestuous sea , and like that had subdued it to a calm . To feel a creature cling to her—depend upon her—awakened the deadened impulses of

    humanity . The boy was to her a redeeming angel ! She Wrapped her shawl about him , and now suddenly animated with a healthy

    purpose , and with a heart filled with indescribable sensations , she walked rapidly away from the scene of her late despair .

    In a short time she reached the door of a laundress whom Mrs . Barton occasionally employed . To this woman Dorcas related her case , and asked shelter for the night for herself and her little charge , whose story she also told . Her request was granted ; and JJorcas , like Gaffer Gray , proved .

    • That the poor man alone , When he hears the poor moan , Of his morsel a morsel will give . ' This is easily accounted for ; there is no sympathy but in simi

    larity of circumstances . Eforcas passed the night in watching and tending the little foundling . It happened , fortunately for the work of regeneration going forward in the breast of Dorcas , that the infant was one of those affectionate little spirits who intuitively breathe of love ; one who had been nurtured with gentle tones and soft caresses ., and wa $ prone to pay back to others the sweet wealth which had enriched himself .

    The next day the humble friend of Dorcas proposed to her to carry the little wanderer to the workhouse . But his kind preserver repelled the idea , avowing that if none ever appeared to claim him , that she would cherish him , and toil for him as her own ; that she already felt how such a design had lightened the load at her heart ;

    how much srifeeter would be the morsel she earned jf shared with a creatdfe whom she loved , and who loved her . Hope had awakened , ami ihe was full of sanguine expectation of obtaining

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    403 Sketch * of IXmutic life .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1835, page 402, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2646/page/38/