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his voice was sickly & unpleasing to my Ear, --he had cultivated the art of being amiable, & his cadences were formed by habit to a kind of tune of candour gentleness & humanity, --but his gentleness was unfortunately twin brother to the softness of his understanding & Expressed nothing so plainly as his ignorance of all the avenues of persuasion & all the springs of the passions--

the room was shabby & comfortless--I was young & tired--I went to bed--when the Candle was put out, --the train of my splendours began--my heart bounded with Joy,