 three former Qualities, I admit, make you worthy of Happiness, but they are
the latter only which will put you in Possession of it.
    One thousand Pound I have given to you Mr. Thwackum; a Sum, I am convinced,
which greatly exceeds your Desires as well as your Wants. However, you will
receive it as a Memorial of my Friendship; and whatever Superfluities may
redound to you, that Piety which you so rigidly maintain, will instruct you how
to dispose of them.
    A like Sum, Mr. Square, I have bequeathed to you. This, I hope, will enable
you to pursue your Profession with better Success than hitherto. I have often
observed with Concern, that Distress is more apt to excite Contempt than
Commiseration, especially among Men of Business, with whom Poverty is understood
to indicate Want of Ability. But the little I have been able to leave you, will
extricate you from those Difficulties with which you have formerly struggled,
and then I doubt not but you will meet with sufficient Prosperity to supply what
a Man of your Philosophical Temper will require.
    I find myself growing faint, so I shall refer you to my Will for my
Disposition of the Residue. My Servants will there find some Tokens to remember
me by, and there are a few Charities which, I trust, my Executors will see
faithfully performed. Bless you all. I am setting out a little before you -«
    Here a Footman came hastily into the Room, and said there was an Attorney
from Salisbury, who had a particular Message, which he said he must communicate
to Mr. Allworthy himself: That he seemed in a violent Hurry, and protested he
had so much Business to do, that if he could cut himself into four Quarters, all
would not be sufficient.
    »Go, Child,« said Allworthy to Blifil, »see what the Gentleman wants. I am
not able to do any Business now, nor can he have any with me, in which you are
not at present more concerned than myself. Besides I really am - I am incapable
of seeing any one at present, or of any longer Attention.« He then saluted them
all, saying, perhaps he should be able to see them again, but he should be now
glad to compose himself a little, finding that he had too much exhausted his
Spirits in Discourse.
    Some of the Company shed Tears at their Parting; and even the Philosopher
Square wiped his Eyes, albeit unused to the melting Mood. As to Mrs. Wilkins,
she dropt her Pearls as fast as the Arabian Trees
