Samuel Richardson - Page of "Clarissa" with fragment of poetry (by Belford?) lyrics

bottle, comparing notes, that one day may be brought against us, and make us groan, as they very lately did him—that is to say, while he had strength to groan; for now his voice is not to be heard; all inward, lost; not so much as speaking by his eyes: yet, strange! how can it be?—the bed rocking under him like a cradle! Four o'clock. ‘Alas, he's gone! That groan, that dreadful ‘groan, ‘Was the last farewell of the parting mind! ‘The struggling soul has bid a long adieu ‘To it's late mansion—Fled! ah! whither ‘fled?' Now is all indeed over!—Poor, poor Belton! By this time thou knowest if thy crimes were above the size of God's mercies! Now are every one's cares and attendance at an end! Now do we, thy friends—poor Belton!—know the worst of thee, as to this life! Thou art released from insufferable tortures, both of body and mind! May those tortures, and thy repentance, expiate for they offences, and mayst thou be happy to all eternity!