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in London; that she said her name was Char-
lotte Owen, that Ludlow was her native place,
and that she had brought herself to this sad
state by her extravagance and wickedness.

My friend talked to her of repentance, and
of her Saviour and her God; but she would
not hearken to him, She said she could not
bear to hear the name of her God, or of the
Lord Jesus Christ, whom she had despised:
she said she could not endure the thoughts of
death, and made use of the most profane and
shocking words when the doctor told her that
he could not save her.

In this dreadful state she lay for some days:
and although the pain of her body was very
great, yet it was nothing to the grief and an-
guish of her mind.

As soon as she was dead, her body was
thrown into a coffin, by the mistress of the
house in which she lodged, and she was buried
immediately ; for she had no friend to watch
by her, or to close her eyes, or to see that the
last offices were performed decently for her.

And now I must finish my story, by be-
seeching you, my good young women, to take
warning by the sad end of this wicked girl,
and to shun the ways of sin, which lead to
eternal misery.

Remember Susan Gray, and let her example
be ever in your mind; and let it not be your
wish to be rich and great, to seek for distinc-
tion and pleasure in this world, but to do
your duty in that humble state in which God
has placed you. And, however lowly and