I am dead" — continued he –––

"Oh Lady Scudamore, said I wiping my eyes, thatsuch a sweet Creature should talk of dieing!"

"It is an affecting Circumstance indeed, repliedLady Scudamore. "When I am dead said he, Let me be carried & lain at her feet, & perhaps She may not disdain to drop a pitying tearon my poor remains."

"Dear Lady Scudamore interrupted I, say no moreon this affecting Subject. I cannot bear it."

"Oh! how I admire the sweet Sensibility ofyour Soul, and as I would not for Worlds woundit too deeply, I will be silent."

"Pray, go on." said I. She did so.

"And then added he, Ah! Cousin imagine what my transports will be when I feel the dear precious drops trickle o'er my face! Whowould not die to taste such extacy! And when I am interred, may the divine Hen::rietta bleſs some happier Youth with her