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John Hatfield and Mary  
Robinson 
   
Monday, December 27. 
  
John Hatfield this day went through a fourth examination at  
Bow-street; in the course of which the following letter from 
"Mary of Buttermere" was read by Mr. Reeves: 
  
 
"The man who I had the misfortune to marry, and who has  
ruined me and my aged and unhappy parents, always told me  
that he was the Hon. Col. Hope, the next brother of the Earl 
of Hopetoun. 
  
 
"Your grateful and unfortuunate 
  
 
"servant, MARY ROBINSON." 
  
The unaffected simplicity of this letter, coming from one  
who, though wounded in the most feeling manner, abstained  
from the severity of reproach; and though it breathed the  
soft murmur of complaint, yet was, throughout, remote from  
virulence or abuse, excited in the breast of every person  
present the sympathetic emotion of pity and respect for the  
unmerited sorrows of a female, who has manifested a delicacy 
of sentiment, and nobleness of mind, infintely beyond her  
sphere of education. 
  
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