with the produce of an unremitted labour,
she consoled her in affliction, attended her in sickness, and
endeavoured, by the tenderest methods, to soften the iron hand of
fortune.

For two years did the constancy and ardour of Clarissa continue with
unwearied attention, and her only happiness seemed to consist in
promoting that of her friend. At the end of that period, when death
relieved the unhappy Dorinda from the cares and troubles of this life,
she sincerely lamented her death, and bewailed it as a grievous
misfortune.

A short time after died also the relation of Dorinda, of whom we have
lately spoken, and who had shown himself so shamefully insensible to
every claim of gratitude and kindred. As he could not carry his riches
with him, he supposed it would be making some atonement for his
ungenerous conduct, by leaving the injured Dorinda every thing he
possessed. Alas! it came too late, for she was no more.

The amiable Dorinda had not, before her death, the consolation of
knowing that such a change happened in her fortune, as in that case she
might have easily turned it to the advantage of the generous Clarissa.
This large fortune, therefore, for want of an heir, fell to the king;
but Providence so directed it, that the generous conduct of the orphan
to her benefactress reached the ears of the prince. "Ah! then," said he,
"she merits this inheritance! I renounce my right in her favour, and
shall be happy in being her father and friend."

This generous act of the king was applauded by the whole nation; and
Clarissa, having thus received so glorious a reward for her gratitude,
employed it in the maintenance of orphans, such as she herself had been.
It was the summit of her delight to inspire them with sentiments similar
to those she herself possessed.

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RETURNING GOOD FOR EVIL THE

NOBLEST REVENGE.

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"I will be revenged of him, that I will, and make him heartily repent
it," said little Philip to himself with a countenance quite red with
anger. His mind was so engaged, that, as he walked along, he did not see
his dear friend Stephen, who happened at that instant to meet him, and
consequently heard what he had said.

"Who is that," said Stephen, "that you intend to be revenged on?"
Philip, as though awakened from a dream, stopped short, and, looking at
his friend, soon resumed the smile that was natural to his countenance.
"Ah!" said he, "come with me, my friend, an