To his favourite servant, Henry Jones, an ample provision, and the charge of his dogs Dash and Ponto, with an allowance therefor, to be paid weekly, and cease at their deaths.

Poor old man! he made it the interest of their guardian not to grudge their lease of life.

To his other attendants, suitable and munificent bequests, proportioned to the length of their services.
For his body, he desired it to be buried in the vault of his ancestors without pomp, but without a pretence to a humility which he had not manifested in life; and he requested that a small miniature in his writing-desk should be placed in his coffin.

That last injunction was more than a sentiment,--it bespoke the moral conviction of the happiness the original might have conferred on his life.

Of that happiness his pride had deprived him; nor did he repent, for he had deemed pride a duty.