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“ This said, she gently, with a single sigh,
“ Died as one taught and practised how to die.

“ Such were the dead-departed; I survive, “ To breathe in pain among the dead-alive."

The bell then call’d these ancient men to pray,

Again!” said Benbow,-“ tolls it every day? “ Where is the life I led ?”—He sigh'd and walk'd his THE BOROUGII.

way.

LETTER XVII.

THE HOSPITAL AND GOVERNORS.

* Blessed be the man who provideth for the sick and needy: the Lord shall deliver him in time of trouble.

Quas dederis, solas semper habebis opes.

Martial.

Nil negat, et sese vel non poscentibus offert.

Claudian.

Decipias alios verbis voltuque benigno ;

Nam mihi jam notus dissimulator eris.

Martial.

VOL. II.

Christian Charity anxious to provide for future as well as pre

sent Miseries-Hence the Hospital for the Diseased-Description of a recovered Patient-The Building : how erected—The Patrons and Governors—Eusebius—The more active Manager of Business a moral and correct Contributor-One of different Description-Good, the Result, however intermixed with Imperfection.

THE BOROUGH.

LETTER XVII.

.

THE HOSPITAL AND GOVERNORS.

An ardent spirit dwells with christian love,
The eagle's vigour in the pitying dove;
'Tis not enough that we with sorrow sigh,
That we the wants of pleading man supply;
That we in sympathy with sufferers feel,
Nor hear a grief without a wish to heal;
Not these suffice—to sickness, pain, and wo,
The christian spirit loves with aid to go;
Will not be sought, waits not for want to plead,
But seeks the duty-nay, prevents the need ;
Her utmost aid to every ill applies,
And plans relief for coming miseries.

Hence yonder building rose: on either side
Far stretch'd the wards, all airy, warm, and wide ;
And every ward has beds by comfort spread,
And smooth'd for him who suffers on the bed :

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There have all kindness, most relief,—for some
Is cure complete,-it is the sufferer's home:
Fevers and chronic ills, corroding pains,
Each accidental mischief man sustains;
Fractures and wounds, and wither'd limbs and lame,
With all that, slow or sudden, vex our frame,
Have here attendance-here the sufferers lie,
(Where love and science every aid apply), ,
And heal’d with rapture live, or soothed by comfort die.

See! one relieved from anguish, and to-day
Allow'd to walk and look an hour away;
Two months confined by fever, frenzy, pain,
He comes abroad and is himself again :
'Twas in the spring, when carried to the place,
The snow fell down and melted in his face.

'Tis summer now; all objects gay and new,
Smiling alike the viewer and the view:
He stops as one unwilling to advance,
Without another and another glance;
With what a pure and simple joy he sees
Those sheep and cattle browzing at their ease;
Easy himself, there's nothing breathes or moves
But he would cherish-all that lives he loves :
Observing every ward as round he goes;

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He thinks what pain, what danger they enclose;
Warm in his wish for all who suffer there,
At every view he meditates a prayer :

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