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cob is sitting here at the door of his

tent.

Amelia.But, sister, we must discover, if we can, what he is doing ! O, he is speaking to his daughters, and they seem hearkening to him with great attention.

Harriot.—Some men enter: they look like shepherds; so they are, and the sons of Jacob too. Oh! dear, dear! look at the many coloured, torn, and bloody coat !-One of them holds it out to their father!

-Oh, the cruel creatures !—They have sold their brother, and now they are deceiving their father!

Amelia.- Into what an agony they have thrown the good old Patriarch! See 'how he rends his clothes, clasps his hands, and his action loudly saysIt is my son's coat!- An evil beast has devoured him! - Joseph is, without doubt, rent in pieces; I will go down into the grave unto my son, mourning. He falls on the ground ! — How he tosses from side to side!-He rises ! In what agitation he walks about the tent, his daughters endeavour to comfort him, - his vile, vile, sons, intreat him to sit down.--Oh! how he snatches his hands from them, and tears his dishevelled hair! Sad hypocrites !—Their countenances indicate their horrible dissimulation. Surely, Sir, your artist has done full justice to this melancholy subject.

Ex. — I am happy that it meets your approval, Miss, but in my opinion, no pencil can do justice to this part of Jacob's history. All was reality to him, and as he fully believed that Joseph was dead, I cannot suppose it possible to describe the distress which he then experienced.

Mrs. N.-Indeed, Sir, 1 must be of my daughter's opinion; from the glance I took of the scene, it appeared deeply affecting

Ex.-Madam, have you been bereaved of any

Mrs. N.-No, Sir; I have not.

Ex.-But I have! And I am certain none can conceive, nor can any delineation

represent, the heart-rending suffer

of

your children?

ings which parents endure under such dispensations. But where am I proceeding! Madam, forgive me, I should not interrupt the course of the exhibition with my

ill-timed remarks, nor so ungraciously receive your commendation of this scene. May your children be long spared to you! but, excuse my adding, guard; well guard, even the lawful, the commanded affections of your heart! endeavour to keep them subordinate to those which He deserves who has lent them to you.

Mrs. N.-Sir, I thank you, most cordially I thank you; but I feel alarmed. Lent me!-Lent!—They are so; and only lent!!

“ The dear delights we here enjoy,

And fondly call our own,
Are but short favours borrow'd now

To be repaid anon." And the idolatry of which I am daily guilty, deserves that demand to be made on me.

Oh! what should I then do!

Mrs. N. weeps.—Amelia affectionately embraces her Mamma.--Harriot says, do not weep, we are very well, and love you most dearly! Then throws her arms around her Mamma's neck, fondly kisses her, and weeps

upon her breast.

The Exhibitor apologizes for his remarks, and Mrs. Neville thanks him again for his important advice; excuses

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