cheerfulness and fenfibility of that converfation which never failed to make the mind richer,

the heart happier and (O cruel extenfion of refentment!) of that precious, that instructive correfpondence, which, as it afforded me the beit means of cultivating and improving my mind, ought to have been confidered with gratitude by the very person who has forbidden it.

But of whom, or of what do I presume to complain? Duty reftrains the remonftrances of grief, and the expoftulations of forrow.-You are not now ignorant, that the quarrel you dreaded, has actually happened, with the bittereft recriminations.

Then, farewell, my beft, and most valuable friend! for ever to be remembered!-for ever

to be regretted!-Accept of all I can return for your invariable, your induftrious kindness!Moft refpected of men!-most esteemed of friends! Accept the gratitude of a tear,

think of

and

CONSTANTIA.

THE writer of this letter is not a stranger to the mutual regard of Theodofius and Constantia. ---From fure authority he knows, that the hand of that lady is, by the appointment of her father, in which, it seems, she has acquiefced, within two days, to be given to another. Theodofius will make what use he thinks proper of this information, and conclude that he receives it from A FRIEND.

THE thought of my Conftantia, which has for some time been my only happiness, is now become a greater torment to me than I am able to

This letter, which, with some little variations, is recorded by the Spectator, No. 164, concludes the correspondence of Theodosius and Constantia, from their first acquaintance to the departure of Theodosius.

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bear.Muft I then live to see you another's? Death is in the thought: and, indeed, life itself is now become a burthen to me.-May you long be happy in the world, but forget that there was ever fuch a man in it as

THEODOSIUS.

END OF VOL. ONE.