Little Mary was standing smiling, the prettiest object of all, the climax of the gentle luxury and pleasantness, to receive her godmother, who had been her providence all her life. But what a pity! oh, what a pity, that she had not died that night!
OLD LADY MARY.
TO
AN OLD LADY
EVER YOUNG,
HARRIET STEWART,
NOW GONE WHERE YOUTH AND AGE
ARE NO DISTINCTION.
