VOLUME II
XVIII | Reflections | 3 |
XIX | A Mistake Discovered | 11 |
XX | Virtue never appears so amiable as when reaching
forth her hand to raise a fallen sister. Chapter of Accidents |
19 |
XXI | Teach me to feel another's woe, Pope.
To hide the fault I see, That mercy I to others show That mercy show to me. |
28 |
XXII | Sorrows of the Heart | 34 |
XXIII | A Man May Smile, and Smile, and Be a Villain | 40 |
XXIV | Mystery Developed | 48 |
XXV | Reception of a Letter | 58 |
XXVI | What Might Be Expected | 63 |
XXVII | Pensive she mourn'd, and hung her languid head, Like a fair lily overcharg'd with dew. |
70 |
XXVIII | A Trifling Retrospect | 80 |
XXIX | We Go Forward Again | 87 |
XXX | And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth and fame, But leaves the wretch to weep. —Goldsmith. |
94 |
XXXI | Subject Continued | 101 |
XXXII | Reasons Why and Wherefore | 107 |
XXXIII | Which People Void of Feeling Need Not Read | 113 |
XXXIV | Retribution | 122 |
XXXV | Conclusion | 128 |
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