f, he flew with redoubled Rage to attack
_Henrique_; and his Servant had seconded him, had not _Henrique's_, who
was now descended, otherwise diverted him. They fought with the greatest
Animosity on both Sides, and with equal Advantage; for they both fell
together: _Ah, my +Ardelia+, I come to thee now!_ (_Sebastian_ groan'd
out,)--_'Twas this unlucky Arm, which now embraces thee, that killed
thee._ _Just Heaven!_ (she sigh'd out,)--_Oh, yet have Mercy!_ [Here
they both dy'd.] _Amen_, (cry'd _Henrique_, dying) _I want it most_--
_Oh, +Antonio+!_ _Oh, +Elvira+! Ah, there's the Weight that sinks
me down.--And yet I wish Forgiveness.--Once more, sweet Heaven, have
Mercy!_ He could not out-live that last Word; which was echo'd by
_Elvira_, who all this while stood weeping, and calling out for Help, as
she stood close to the Wall in the Garden.

This alarmed the Rest of the Sisters, who rising, caus'd the Bell to be
rung out, as upon dangerous Occasions it used to be; which rais'd the
Neighbourhood, who came time enough to remove the dead Bodies of the two
Rivals, and of the late fallen Angel _Ardelia_. The injur'd and
neglected _Elvira_, whose Piety designed quite contrary Effects, was
immediately seiz'd with a violent Fever; which, as it was violent, did
not last long: for she dy'd within four and twenty Hours, with all the
happy Symptoms of a departing Saint.

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THE LUCKY MISTAKE.

TO GEORGE GREENVIEL, ESQ;

Sir,

At this Critical Juncture, I find the Authors will have need of a
Protector, as well as the Nation, we having peculiar Laws and Liberties
to be defended as well as that, but of how different a Nature, none but
such Judges as you are fit to determine; whatever our Province be, I am
sure it should be Wit, and you know what Ellevated _Ben_ says, _That
none can judge of Wit but Wit._ Let the _Heroes_ toyl for Crowns and
Kingdoms and with what pretences they please. Let the Slaves of State
drudge on for false and empty Glories, troubling the repose of the World
and ruining their own to gain uneasy Grandure, whilst you, oh! happyer
Sir, great enough by your Birth, yet more Illustrious by your Wit, are
capable of enjoying alone that true Felicity of Mind, which belongs to
an absolutely Vertuous and Gallant Man, by that, and the lively Notions
of Honour Imprinted in your Soul, you are above Ambition, and can Form
_Kings_ a