Mrs. Allen is of great use to the invalid. She regulates the sick room with her usual address, and has convinced Miss Flint of the utility of quitting her bed for the sopha during some part of the day. She thinks it refreshes her spirits; and some interval of ease at present enables her to make the exertion. I remain Lucy’s affectionate, RACHEL COWLEY. CHAP. IX. LETTER LXI. _From the same to the same._ This letter will contain little beyond the particulars of a scene which recently passed in Miss Flint’s room. Our dear Mary’s solicitude is unavoidable, and her wish to know what passes here ought to be indulged. Mrs. Allen was requested to witness the signing of Miss Flint’s will, she cheerfully complied; Douglass and Mrs. Warner joining with her. When this business was terminated, she requested the doctor to inform the captain that she wished to see him after dinner; and, with a languid smile, she added, tell him that Mrs. Allen shall give him his coffee. When alone with our friend she begged of her to be the witness to the conversation she meditated on for the evening. “Do not refuse me,” continued she. “I have a few instructions to leave with my brother, and you will be useful; you will hear nothing to grieve _you_, although it may affect him, and flatter me; but I wish to finish my business with this world!” The captain, in Mrs. Allen’s words, was punctual to his time. His sister was on the sopha, but looked flushed and fatigued. “He was agitated,” continued Mrs. Allen, “and I said, we are doing well to day, Sir.” He took his seat by her, and pressed her offered hand with his lips. She immediately spoke of Mr. Oliver Flint’s death, making some obvious reflexions on the event. Then suddenly looking at her brother’s dress, she said, I hope, Percival, you do not mourn that poor Oliver has given to a brother who stood by him as a son, an inheritance that ought in the eye of justice to have been yours. The captain coloured, and replied with eagerness, that he was perfectly contented with the proofs he had received of his brother’s consideration. He has rendered me comfortable, added he, for the remainder of my life, and has placed Mary in a condition fully adequate to her ambition. I am grateful, and sincerely hope, that Philip Flint will live to show the world he was worthy of the man whom he has succeeded. Miss Flint was softened to tears. God grant, said she with emotion, that my will may be thus satisfactory to you! I have done for the best, Percival, I have been governed by only one principle. Let me die in the hope that you will accept it as an evidence of my repentance for having so long overlooked your _just claims_!—She spoke this with agony.