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and lasting companion in the languor of age, in the quiet of privacy, when he departs weary and disgusted from the ostentatious, the volatile, and the vain. Of such a character, which the dull overlook, and the gay despise, it was fit that the value should be made known, and the dignity established

taken from commonplaces, unless it be that in which only virtue is said to be our own. I once heard a Jady of great beauty and