ent； leaning on her sister's arm。 The change which I saw in her countenance struck me。 The numberless graces that once resided there were now fled； and the hand of death seemed to have molded every feature to alarm me。 Her temples were sunk； her forehead was tense； and a fatal paleness sate upon her cheek。
'I am glad to see thee； my dear；' cried I； 'but why this dejection Livy？ I hope； my love； you have too great a regard for me； to permit disappointment thus to undermine a life which I prize as my own。 Be chearful child； and we yet may see happier days。'
'You have ever； sir；' replied she； 'been kind to me； and it adds to my pain that I shall never have an opportunity of sharing that happiness you promise。 Happiness； I fear； is no longer reserved for me here； and I long to be rid of a place where I have only found distress。 Indeed； sir； I wish you would make a proper submission to Mr Thornhill； it may； in some measure； induce him to pity you； and it will give me relief in dying。'
'Never； child；' replied I； 'never will I be brought to acknowledge my daughter a prostitute； for tho' the world may look upon your offence with scorn； let it be mine to regard it as a mark of credulity； not of guilt。 My dear； I am no way miserable in this place； however dismal it may seem； and be assured that while you continue to bless me by living； he shall never have my consent to make you more wretched by marrying another。'
After the departure of my daughter； my fellow prisoner； who was by at this interview； sensibly enough expostulated upon my obstinacy； in refusing a submission； which promised to give me freedom。 He observed； that the rest of my family was not to be sacrificed to the peace of one child alone； and she the only one who had offended me。 'Beside；' added he； 'I don't know if it be just thus to obstruct the union of man and wife； which you do at present； by refusing to consent to a match which you cannot hinder； but may render unhappy。'
'Sir；' replied I； 'you are unacquainted with the man that oppresses us。 I am very sensible that no submission I can make could procure me liberty even for an hour。 I am told that even in this very room a debtor of his； no later than last year； died for want。 But though my submission and approbation could transfer me from hence； to the most beautiful apartment he is possessed of； yet I would grant neither； as something whispers me that it would be giving a sanction to adultery。 While my daughter lives； no other marriage of his shall ever be legal in my eye。 Were she removed； indeed； I should be the basest of men； from any resentment of my own； to attempt putting asunder those who wish for an union。 No； villain as he is； I should then wish him married； to prevent the consequences of his future debaucheries。 But now should I not be the most cruel of all fathers； to sign an Instrument which must send my child to the grave； merely to avoid a prison myself； and thus to escape one pang； break my child's heart with a thousand？'
He acquiesced in the justice of this answer； but could not avoid observing； that he feared my daughter's life was already too much wasted to keep me long a prisoner。 'However；' continued he； 'though you refuse to submit to the nephew； I hope you have no objections to laying your case before the uncle； who has the first character in the kingdom for every thing that is just and good。 I would advise you to send him a letter by the post； intimating all his nephew's ill usage； and my life for it that in three days you shall have an answer。' I thank'd him for the hint； and instantly set about complying； but I wanted paper； and unluckily all our money had been laid out that morning in provisions； however he supplied me。
For the three ensuing days I was in a state of anxiety； to know what reception my letter might meet with； but in the mean time was frequently solicited by my wife to submit to any conditions rather than remain here； and every hour received repeated accounts of the decline of my daughter's health。 The third day and the fourth arrived； but I received no answer to my letter： the complaints of a stranger against a favourite nephew； were no way likely to succeed； so that these hopes soon vanished like all my former。 My mind； however； still supported itself though confinement and bad air began to make a visible alteration in my health； and my arm that had suffered in the fire； grew worse。 My children however sate by me； and while I was stretched on my straw； read to me by turns； or listened and wept at my instructions。 But my daughter's health declined faster than mine； every message from her contributed to encrease my apprehensions and pain。 The fifth morning after I had written the letter which was sent to sit William Thornhill； I was alarmed with an account that she was speechless。 Now it was； that confinement was truly painful to me； my soul was bursting from its prison to be near the pillow of my child； to comfort； to strengthen her； to receive her last wishes； and teach her soul the way to heaven！ Another account came。 She was expiring； and yet I was debarred the small comfort of weeping by her。 My fellow prisoner； some time after； came with the last account。 He bade me be patient。 She was dead！… …The next morning he returned； and found me with my two little ones； now my only companions； who were using all their innocent efforts to comfort me。 They entreated to read to me； and bade me not to cry； for I was now too old to weep。 'And is not my sister an angel； now； pappa；' cried the eldest； 'and why then are you sorry for her？ I wish I were an angel out of this frightful place； if my pappa were with me。' 'Yes；' added my youngest darling； 'Heaven； where my sister is； is a finer place than this； and there are none but good people there； and the people here are very bad。'
Mr Jenkinson interupted their harmless prattle； by observing that now my daughter was no more； I should seriously think of the rest of my family； and attempt to save my own life； which was every day declining； for want of necessaries and wholesome air。 He added； that it was now incumbent on me to sacrifice any pride or resentment of my own； to the welfare of those who depended on me for support； and that I was now； both by reason and justice； obliged to try to reconcile my landlord。
'Heaven be praised；' replied I； 'there is no pride left me now； I should detest my own heart if I saw either pride or resentment lurking there。 On the contrary； as my oppressor has been once my parishioner； I hope one day to present him up an unpolluted soul at the eternal tribunal。 No； sir； I have no resentment now； and though he has taken from me what I held dearer than all his treasures； though he has wrung my heart； for I am sick almost to fainting； very sick； my fellow prisoner； yet that shall never inspire me with vengeance。 I am now willing to approve his marriage； and if this submission can do him any pleasure； let him know； that if I have done him any injury； I am sorry for it。' Mr Jenkinson took pen and ink； and wrote down my submission nearly as I have exprest it； to which I signed my name。 My son was employed to carry the letter to Mr Thornhill； who was then at his seat in the country。 He went； and in about six hours returned with a verbal answer。 He had some difficulty； he said； to get a sight of his landlord； as the servants were insolent and suspicious； but he accidentally saw him as he was going out upon business； preparing for his marriage； which was to be in three days。 He continued to inform us； that he stept up in the humblest manner； and delivered the letter； which； when Mr Thornhill had read； he said that all submission was now too late and unnecessary； that he had heard of our application to his uncle； which met with the contempt it deserved； and as for the rest； that all future applications should be directed to his attorney； not to him。 He observed； however； that as he had a very good opinion of the discretion of the two young ladies； they might have been the most agreeable intercessors。
'Well； sir；' said I to my fellow prisoner； 'you now discover the temper of the man that oppresses me。 He can at once be facetious and cruel； but let him use me as he will； I shall soon be free； in spite of all his bolts to restrain me。 I am now drawing towards an abode that looks brighter as I approach it： this expectation cheers my afflictions； and though I leave an helpless family of orphans behind me； yet they will not be utterly forsaken； some friend； perhaps； will be found to assist them for the sake of their poor father； and some may charitably relieve them for the sake of their heavenly father。'
Just as I spoke； my wife； whom I had not seen that day before； appeared with looks of terror； and making efforts； but unable to speak。 'Why； my love；' cried I； 'why will you thus encrease my afflictions by your own； what though no submissions can turn our severe mister； tho' he has doomed me to die in this place of wretchedness； and though we have lost a darling child； yet still you will find comfort in your other children when I shall be no more。' 'We have indeed lost；' returned she； 'a darling child。 My Sophia； my dearest； is gone； snatched from us； carried off by ruffians！'
'How madam；' cried my fellow prisoner； 'Miss Sophia carried off by villains； sure it cannot be？'
She could only answer with a fixed look and a flood of tears。 But one of the prisoners' wives； who was present； and came in with her； gave us a more distinct account： she informed us that as my wife； my daughter； and herself； were taking a walk together on the great road a little way out of the village； a post…chaise and pair drove up to them and instantly stopt。 Upon which； a well drest man； but not Mr Thornhill； stepping out； clasped my daughter round the waist； and forcing her in； bid the postillion drive on； so that they were out of sight in a moment。
'Now；' cried I； 'the sum of my misery is made up； nor is it in the power of any thing on earth to give me another pang。 What！ not one left！ not to leave me one！ the monster！ the child that was next my heart！ she had the beauty of an angel； and almost the wisdom of an angel。 But support that woman； nor let her fall。 Not to leave me one！''Alas！ my husband；' said my wife； 'you seem to want