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Thou, my once loved, valued friend! / By Heavens thou liest; the man so called my friend / Was generous, honest, faithful, just, and valiant: / Noble in mind, and in his person lovely; / Dear to my eyes, and tender to my heart; / But thou, a wretched, base, false, worthless coward. / All eyes must shun thee, and all hearts detest thee, / Pr'thee avoid, no longer cling thou round me, / Like something baneful, that my nature's chilled at. / VENICE PRESERVED.
It was as may be supposed, a trying ordeal for poor Mary, her arrival at / Silverton. The circumstances attendant on her last arrival, then / hopeful, trustful, happy; for what appeared the light fears and / imaginary evils which then oppressed her, contrasted with her feelings / and circumstances now? The thousand recollections the sight of the place / recalled, everything, caused her heart to sink and sicken within her.