 owe to his friendship, added to the merit, I fancied, I saw in you, gave me a satisfaction, that more than amply counterbalanced the benefits you received from my protection and care. I can never express the pleasure I daily experienced, in beholding the image of

my dear Alwyn renewed in his son. With a truly paternal joy, I perceived the seeds of every virtue unfolding themselves under my instruction, and cherished the fond hope of seeing them come to maturity. But I am forced to give up the expectation.
THINK, Alwyn, if your soul is not grown callous to every sentiment, to every feeling that dignifies mankind— Think what I suffer in relinquishing the darling wish. I am now old; my connexions drop off; few of the friends of my youth remain; but I indulged the hope of seeing Alwyn among my children, one of the supports of my age. I can ill afford to lose the blessing; but perfect felicity is not attainable in this life, and I must submit. But I must confess, that I submit with pain and reluctance.

OH, Alwyn, much rather would I have followed thee to the grave than seen the proofs of yesterday! When did I injure you? What has Maria done? Base, ungrateful wretch! To wound me in the tenderest part! If I had not fostered you in my bosom you had wanted power to sting! Could not your vile schemes be carried on without sacrificing your father and your friend!
MY children are distracted at your perfidy; and nothing but the most direct, the most positive proof of your baseness could have prevailed on me to adopt the belief.
OH, thou fair outside, painted shew of every virtue, but real sink of every vice! In future, no villainy, however great, shall shock my belief; for, if

Alwyn can smile at the fond credulity of the friend that loves him—If he can blast the fame of an innocent girl, whose greatest fault is to esteem him— If he can wound the heart of an old man, whose solicitude for his welfare has equalled that which he had for his own children, what wickedness will he not readily accomplish?
GO, false wretch, if thou hast a conscience, hell is within thee; and if that monitor exists not, proceed in thy career. Heaven is just, and hypocrisy and ingratitude, so complete, cannot, long, miss their proper reward.
J. STAMFORD.

LETTER XXXI. Mr. ALWYN, to Mr. STAMFORD, Jun.
FOR God's sake, my dear friend, let me know what
