(NA) O bless the Lord, who hears his peoples prayers, And pours his mercies on his chosen race. My soul shall magnify his holy name And tho’ to me, the earth must be a [illegible] I will rejoice, that others feel his [illegible] Unmix’d with sorrow, unalloyed with pain [illegible] I pray thee friend, dispose of all my goods Thou know’st the art of traffic in this land, I Will repay each act of heathen kindness Lest any one should reproach our [illegible] I’ll pay what I owe in Moab [ - - illegible - - - - - - - - - - - ] then seek my native land. MESSENGER. [illegible] my least request. Most willingly I’ll undertake the office. (_exit messenger_) [ - - illegible - - ] able age of comfort [ - - illegible - - ] those who roll in wealth [ - - illegible - - ] thy broken fortune [ - - illegible - - ] within the mighty ocean. [ - illegible - ] admits their abounding treasures [ - illegible - ] no luxury to their full board [illegible] their persons in one sumptuous dress [ - illegible - ] cancel not my obligation [ - illegible - ] no plea against the laws of justice [ - illegible - ] should ever guide our actions [ - - illegible - - ] on its basis. Press’d by a famine in my native land Thou knows’t my husband sought thy fruitful country But heaven which erst, had bless’d our house, Withdrew its smiles, misfortunes blighting touch, Wither’d our store of wealth; by sickness press’d Woe follow’d woe, with quick and dreadful speed The stroke of death, first fell on my lov’d lord My children next fill’d an untimely tomb. Sorrow and pain hung heavy on my soul And weigh’d me down even to the gates of death, recal the long the painful hours ye watch’d O’er my sick couch, the many tears ye shed. And all the kindness of thy heathen brethren. Then number o’er the many · · · · · RUTH. _Continued from a second manuscript._ ORPHA. Why would you strip yourself of all convenience, to pay demands of those already rich. The remnant of thy fortune would not add one hour of luxury to their full board or deck their persons in one sumptuous dress. (_Exit._) NAOMI. Perhaps it will not. But does their wealth excuse, or form plea to evade the laws of justice? The sacred laws which ought to guide our actions, as every virtue rests upon its basis.