The zealous and truly loyal captain is not, I trust, seriously injured; he will recover, under God, in a few days.

You may rest assured, my dear Mrs.Smellpriest, that his life is too valuable to be taken at this unhappy period.

No, he will, I trust and hope, be spared until a strong anti-Popish Government shall come in, when, if he is to lose it, he will lose it in some great and godly exploit against the harlot of abominations." "Alas! my dear Mr.Strong, that is all very kind of you, to support my breaking heart with such comfort; but, when he is gone, what will become of me ?" "You will not be left desolate, my dear madam--you will be supported--cheered--consoled.

Captain my friend, how do you feel now?
Are you easier ?" "I am," replied the captain feebly--for he had not lost his speech--"come near me, Strong." "With pleasure, dear captain, as becomes my duty, not only as a friend, but as an humble and unworthy minister of religion.

I trust you are not in danger, but, under any circumstances, it is best, you know, to be prepared for the worst.