ABSTRACT
Letitia was sitting in an elbow-chair, supported by pillows, when Dr. Homily was announced. Her face had lost its bloom, and her eyes their sprightly lustre. As the old gentleman approached, she bowed affectionately, and said, with a feeble voice, ‘I am much, indeed, indebted to you for this kindness. It is my misfortune to be most troublesome to those I most love; but, as I shall not long be a pain to my friends –’
