be considered as _the cup of cold water_,
which, if given on right grounds, _shall not lose its reward_." Here
Bragwell sighed to think that when mounted on his fine bay mare, or
driving his neat chaise, it had never once crossed his mind that the
poor way-worn foot traveler was not equally at his ease, nor had it
ever occurred to him that shoes were a necessary accommodation.
Those who want nothing are apt to forget how many there are who want
every thing. Mrs. Incle went on; "I got to this village about seven
this morning; and while I sat on the church-yard wall to rest and
meditate how I should make myself known at home, I saw a funeral; I
inquired whose it was, and learned it was my sister's. This was too
much for me, and I sank down in a fit, and knew nothing that
happened to me from that moment, till I found myself in the
work-house with my father and Mr. Worthy."

Here Mrs. Incle stopped. Grief, shame, pride, and remorse, had quite
overcome Mr. Bragwell. He wept like a child, and said he hoped his
daughter would pray for him; for that he was not in a condition to
pray for himself, though he found nothing else could give him any
comfort. His deep dejection brought on a fit of sickness. "O! said
he, I now begin to feel an expression in the sacrament which I used
to repeat without thinking it had any meaning, the _remembrance of
my sins is grievous, the burden of them is intolerable_. O! it is
awful to think what a sinner a man may be, and yet retain a decent
character! How many thousands are in my condition, taking to
themselves all the credit of their prosperity, instead of giving God
the glory! heaping up riches to their hurt, instead of dealing their
bread to the hungry! O! let those who hear of the Bragwell family,
never say that _vanity is a little sin_. In _me_ it has been the
fruitful parent of a thousand sins--selfishness, hardness of heart,
forgetfulness of God. In one of my sons vanity was the cause of
rapine, injustice, extravagance, ruin, self-murder. Both my
daughters were undone by vanity, thought it only wore the more
harmless shape of dress, idleness, and dissipation. The husband of
my daughter Incle it destroyed, by leading him to live above his
station, and to despise labor. Vanity insnared the souls even of
his pious parents, for while it led them to wish their son in a
better condition, it led them to allow such indulgences as were
unfit for his own. O! you who hear of us, humble yourselves und