The Vicar of Wakefield.
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has here been kinder to us than we to ourselves. It has reserved that son to be the father and protector of my children when I shall be away. How unjustly did I complain of being stript of every comfort, when still I hear that he is happy and insensible of our afflictions; still kept in reserve to support his widowed mother, to protect his brothers and sisters. But what sisters has he left, he has no sisters now, they are all gone, robbed from me, and I am undone."—"Father," interupted my son, "I beg you will give me leave to read his letter, I know it will please you." Upon which, with my permission, he read as follows:
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