To a lone loft he went, his dying place,

And, as the vicar of his state inquired,

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Turn'd to the wall and silently expired!

FOOTNOTES:

[66] John Bunyan, in one of the many productions of his zeal, has ventured to make public this extraordinary sentiment, which the frigid piety of our clerk so readily adopted.

LETTER XX.

THE POOR OF THE BOROUGH.

ELLEN ORFORD.

Patience and sorrow strove