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should ho be crying so because Lc Boo dieV Whatever he
felt, his spiriis did not allow him to complain. Mrs. Wilson's
chamber adjoined to his own, and he would often call out to
inquire if she was better, always adding, to prevent her suffering
any disquietude on his account, ‘ Lee Boo do well, mother; Lee
BJo do well.’ The small-pox not rising after eight or nine days
from its coming out, he began to feel himself sink, and told Mr.
Sharp he was going away. W hat he suffered in the latter part
of his existence was very severe indeed : his mind however,
continued perfectly clear and calm to the last, and the strength
of his constitution struggled long and hard against the virulence
of Iiis distemper, till, overwhelmed, nature yielded in the con­
test. Captain Wilson having notified to the India-house the
death of this admirable youth, received orders to conduct his
funeral with every mark of decency and respcct. F e was accord­
ingly interred in Rotherhithc church-yard, attended by the
captain and his brother; and such was the afTedion.ite regard
entertained by those who knew him, that not only the young
people of the academy, but evi-n the whole parish, scented to
have assembled to see the last ceremonies paid to his remains.
An additional honour was soon afterwards done them, by the
India Company's ordering a tomb to be erected over his grave,
on which is a handsome inscription.*'

THE WHITE CAT.
— *- —
Thrrc was once a king who had three sons, all remarkably
handsome in their persons, and in their tempers brave and
noble. Some wicked courtiers made the king believe that the
princes were impatient to wear the crown, and that they were
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