"take this, good woman, and I hope it will refresh and be of
service to you." Betsy held out her hand for it, and, lifting her
eyes up to look at Mrs. Flail, whilst she thanked her for her
kindness, was greatly astonished to discover in her benefactress,
the features of her old servant, Molly Mount. "Bless me!" said
she, with an air of confusion, "What do I see? Who is it? Where
am I? Madam, pardon my boldness, but pray forgive me, ma"am, but
is not your name Mount?" "It was," replied Mrs. Flail, "but I
have been married for thirteen years to a Mr. Flail, and that is
my name now. But, pray, where did you ever see me before? or how
came you to know anything of me?" Poor Betsy could return no
answer, her shame at being seen by her servant that was, in her
present condition, and the consciousness of having so ill-treated
that very servant, to whose kindness she was now indebted; all
together were too much for her in her weak state, and she fell
senseless at Mrs. Flail's feet.

'This still added to Mrs. Flail's surprise, and she had her
carried into the house and laid upon a bed, where she used every
means to bring her to herself again; which, after a considerable
time, succeeded; and she then (covered with shame and remorse)
told her who she was, and how she came into that miserable
condition. No words can describe the astonishment Mrs. Flail was
in, at hearing the melancholy story of her sufferings; nor is it
possible to tell with what generosity and kindness she strove to
comfort her, telling her to compose herself, for she should no
longer be in want of any thing. "I have, thank Heaven," said she,
"a most worthy good man for my husband, who will rejoice with me
in having it in his power to relieve a suffering fellow-creature.
Do not, therefore, any longer distress yourself upon what passed