Night being diſturbed in a Dream, with what was ever in his Thoughts, and calling out upon his dear Children; she awoke him, and inſisted upon knowing the Cause of his Inquietude. Nothing, my Dear, nothing, ſays he, The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away, bleſſed be the Name of the Lord. This was sufficient to alarm the poor Woman; ſhe lay till his Spirits were compoſed, and as she thought asleep, then stealing out of Bed, got the Keys and opened his Bureau, where she found the fatal Account. In the Height of her Diſtractions, she flew to her Daughter's Room, and waking her with her Shrieks, put the Letters into her Hands. The young Lady, unable to ſupport this Load of Miſery, fell into a Fit, from which it was thought ſhe never could have been recovered.
