the poor offender whom he had just condemned. Still this forgetfulness did not proceed from the want of memory for Hannah—In every peevish or heavy hour passed with his wife, he was sure to think of her—yet, it was self-love, rather than love of her, that gave rise to these thoughts—he felt the want of female sympathy and tenderness, to soften the fatigue of studious labour; to soothe a sullen, a morose disposition—he felt he wanted comfort for himself, but never once considered, what Hannah's wants were.
In the chagrin of a barren bed, he sometimes thought, too, even on the child that Hannah bore him; but whether it

were male or female, whether a beggar in the streets, or dead—various and important public occupations, forbade him to waste time to enquire. Yet the poor, the widow, and the orphan, frequently shared William's ostentatious bounty. He was the president of many excellent charities; gave largely; and sometimes instituted benevolent societies for the unhappy: for he delighted to load the poor with obligations, and the rich with praise.
There are persons like him, who love to do every good, but that which their immediate duty requires—There are servants who will serve every one more cheerfully than their masters—There are men who will distribute money liberally to all, except their creditors—And there are wives who will love any man better than their husbands.—Duty is a familiar word which has little effect upon an ordinary mind: and as ordinary minds are in a vast majority, we have acts of generosity, valour, self-denial, and bounty, where smaller pains would constitute greater virtues.—Had William followed the common dictates of charity; had he

adopted private pity, instead of public munificence: had he cast an eye at home, before he sought abroad for objects of compassion, Hannah had been preserved from an ignominious death, and he had been preserved from—Remorse.—The tortures of which, he for the first time proved, on reading a printed sheet of paper thrown accidentally in his way, a few days after he had left the town in which he had condemned her to die.
March the 12th 179—
The last dying words, speech, and confession; birth, parentage, and education; life, character, and behaviour, of Hannah Primrose, who was executed this morning between the hours of ten and twelve, pursuant to the sentence passed upon her by the Honourable Justice Norwynne.
HANNAH PRIMROSE was born of honest parents, in the village of Anfield, in the county of—[William started at the name of the village and county] But being led