ould often say, Mrs. Bargrave, you are not only the best, but the only friend
I have in the world, and no circumstances of life shall ever dissolve my friendship.
They would often condole each other's adverse fortunes, and read together Drelincourt
upon Death, and other good books; and so, like two Christian friends, they comforted
each other under their sorrow.
Some time after, Mr. Veal's friends got him a place in the custom-house at
Dover, which occasioned Mrs. Veal, by little and little, to fall off from her
intimacy with Mrs. Bargrave, though there was never any such thing as a quarrel;
but an indifferency came on by degrees, till at last Mrs. Bargrave had not seen
her in two years and a half; though above a twelvemonth of the time Mrs. Bargrave
hath been absent from Dover, and this last half year has been in Canterbury
about two months of the time, dwelling in a house of her own.
In this house, on the 8th of September, 1705, she was sitting alone in the
forenoon, thinking over her unfortun
