not to be alive to devotional feelings, or to have that rock to reſt on, which will ſupport a frail being, and give true dignity to a character, though all nature combined to cruſh it.
Mrs. Lofty was not a ſhining character—but I will read you a part of a letter, which her daughter, the lady we are to viſit, wrote to me.
"This being the anniversary of the day on which an ever loved, and much revered parent was releaſed from the bondage of mortality, I obſerve it with particular ſeriouſneſs, and with gratitude; for her ſorrows were great, her trials ſevere—but her conduct was blameleſs: yet the world admired her not; her ſilent, modeſt virtues, were not formed to attract the notice of the injudicious crowd, and her underſtanding was not brilliant enough to excite admiration. But ſhe was regardleſs of the opinion of the world; ſhe ſought her reward in the ſource from whence her virtue was derived—and she found it. He who, for
