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The Vicar of Wakefield.
we; my soul was bursfingfi-om its prisbn to
be near the pillow of my child, to comfort,
toilrengthenher, to receive her lasi willtes,
and teach her soul the way to heaven! Ano-
ther account came. She was expiring-, and
yet I was debarred the siuall comfort ot weep-
ing by her. My fellow prisouer, some time
after, came with the lalf account. He bade
me be patient. She was dead! — The next
morning he returned, and sound me with my
two iittie ones, now my on!y companions,
who were usmg ail their innocent esforts to
comfort me. They entreated to read to me,
and hade me not to cry, for I was now too
old to weep. „ And is not my lisler an angel,
,, now, pappa," cried the eidess, ,, and why
„ then are you forty for her? I wish I were
„ an angel out of this Rightful place, if my-
,, pappa were with me." ,,Yes," added my
youngesl darling, Heaven, where my siller is,
is a fitter place than this, and there are none but
„ good people there, and the people here are
„ very had."
Mr. Jenkinson interrupted their harm-
iess prattle, by oblervingthat now my daugh-
ter was no more, I ihould serioully think os
the res! of my family , and attempt to lave my
own life, which was every davdeclining, for
want of necesiaries and whoiesome air. He
added, that it was now incumbent on me to
sacrifice any pride or resentment of my own ,
to the welfare of thole who depended on me
foriupport; and that I was now, both by
leasbn and juRice, obliged to try to reconcile
Biy landlords
„ Heaven
we; my soul was bursfingfi-om its prisbn to
be near the pillow of my child, to comfort,
toilrengthenher, to receive her lasi willtes,
and teach her soul the way to heaven! Ano-
ther account came. She was expiring-, and
yet I was debarred the siuall comfort ot weep-
ing by her. My fellow prisouer, some time
after, came with the lalf account. He bade
me be patient. She was dead! — The next
morning he returned, and sound me with my
two iittie ones, now my on!y companions,
who were usmg ail their innocent esforts to
comfort me. They entreated to read to me,
and hade me not to cry, for I was now too
old to weep. „ And is not my lisler an angel,
,, now, pappa," cried the eidess, ,, and why
„ then are you forty for her? I wish I were
„ an angel out of this Rightful place, if my-
,, pappa were with me." ,,Yes," added my
youngesl darling, Heaven, where my siller is,
is a fitter place than this, and there are none but
„ good people there, and the people here are
„ very had."
Mr. Jenkinson interrupted their harm-
iess prattle, by oblervingthat now my daugh-
ter was no more, I ihould serioully think os
the res! of my family , and attempt to lave my
own life, which was every davdeclining, for
want of necesiaries and whoiesome air. He
added, that it was now incumbent on me to
sacrifice any pride or resentment of my own ,
to the welfare of thole who depended on me
foriupport; and that I was now, both by
leasbn and juRice, obliged to try to reconcile
Biy landlords
„ Heaven