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" And that vile scoundrel”.
“Nay, his name restore, And call him Cecil,—for he is no more: “ When my vain help was offer'd, he was past “ All human aid, and shortly breathed his last; “ But his heart open'd, and he lived to see “ Guilt in himself, and find a friend in me.
“ Strange was their parting, parting on the day “ I offer'd help, and took the man away, “ Sure not to meet again, and not to live “ And taste of joy–He feebly cried, 'Forgive ! « I have thy guilt, thou mine, but now adieu ! “ • Tempters and tempted! what will thence ensue “I know not, dare not think!'-He said, and he
“ But, Ellis, tell me, didst thou thus desire
“ If fire to melt, that feeling is confest,
“ Then did you freely from your soul forgive?"
“ Sure as I hope before my Judge to live, “ Sure as I trust his
mercy to receive, “ Sure as his word I honqur and believe, « Sure as the Saviour died
the tree “ For all who sin,—for that dear wretch and me,“ Whom never more on earth will I forsake or see.”
Sir Owen softly to his bed adjourn'd,
Arrived at home, he scorn'd the change to hide,
He saw his nephew, and with kindness spoke“ Charles, I repent my purpose, and revoke, “ Take her-I'm taught, and would I could repay “ The generous teacher; hear me, and obey: “ Bring me the dear coquette, and let me vow “ On lips half perjured to be passive now: « Take her, and let me thank the powers divine “ She was not stolen when her hand was mine, “ Or when her heart—Her smiles I must forget, “ She my revenge, and cancel either debt."
Here ends our tale, for who will doubt the bliss