six o'clock
It is such a horrid thing to think of , that a man who had lived in such strict terms of -- what shall I call it ? with another ; the proof does not come out so , as to say , friendship ; who had pretended so much love for him ; could not bear to be out of his company ; would ride an hundred miles on end to enjoy it ; and would fight for him , be the cause right or wrong : yet now , could be so little moved to see him in such misery of body and mind , as to be able to rebuke him , and rather ridicule than pity him , because he was more affected by what he felt , than he had seen a malefactor , -LRB- hardened perhaps by liquor , and not softened by previous sickness , -RRB- on his going to execution . This put me strongly in mind of what the divine Miss HARLOWE once said to me , talking of friendship , and what my friendship to you required of me : ` Depend upon it , Mr. Belford , ' said she , ` that one day you will be convinced , that what you call friendship , is chaff and stubble ; and that nothing is worthy of that sacred name , ` That has not virtue for its base . ' Sunday morning , I was called up at six o'clock , at the poor man 's earnest request , and found him in a terrible agony . O Jack ! Jack ! said he , looking wildly , as if he had seen a spectre -- Come nearer me !