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(Reads.) "Leipzick, the 1st of May.—Your brother seems now to have filled up the measure of his shame—unless indeed his genius passes my comprehension. After contracting debts to the amount of 40,000 ducats," (a pretty sum this, Sir), "and seducing the daughter of a rich banker, whose lover, a brave young gentleman, he mortally wounded in a duel, he thought proper last night, at midnight, to decamp, with seven others of his profligate associates, and thus evade the pursuit of justice." Father, for God's sake,—Father,—How is it with you?

It is enough.—Stop there, my son!

Yes, I will spare you—I will indeed.—"They have sent off warrants—the injured parties cry aloud for justice—there is a price set upon his head.—The name of Moor"——No—these lips shall not be guilty of a father's murder. (Tears the letter in pieces.) Believe it not, Sir; believe not a syllable of it.