Лавка древностей

Chapter 54

           Aninfant,aprattlingchild,dyinginitscradle,willliveagaininthebetterthoughtsofthosewholovedit,andwillplayitspart,throughthem,intheredeemingactionsoftheworld,thoughitsbodybeburnttoashesordrownedinthedeepestsea.ThereisnotanangeladdedtotheHostofHeavenbutdoesitsblessedworkonearthinthosethatlovedithere.Forgotten!oh,ifthegooddeedsofhumancreaturescouldbetracedtotheirsource,howbeautifulwouldevendeathappear;forhowmuchcharity,mercy,andpurifiedaffection,wouldbeseentohavetheirgrowthindustygraves!’

           ‘Yes,’saidthechild,‘itisthetruth;Iknowitis.WhoshouldfeelitsforcesomuchasI,inwhomyourlittlescholarlivesagain!Dear,dear,goodfriend,ifyouknewthecomfortyouhavegivenme!’

           Thepoorschoolmastermadehernoanswer,butbentoverherinsilence;forhisheartwasfull.

           Theywereyetseatedinthesameplace,whenthegrandfatherapproached.Beforetheyhadspokenmanywordstogether,thechurchclockstruckthehourofschool,andtheirfriendwithdrew.

           ‘Agoodman,’saidthegrandfather,lookingafterhim;‘akindman.Surelyhewillneverharmus,Nell.Wearesafehere,atlast,eh?Wewillnevergoawayfromhere?’

           Thechildshookherheadandsmiled.

           ‘Sheneedsrest,’saidtheoldman,pattinghercheek;‘toopaletoopale.Sheisnotlikewhatshewas.’

           ‘When?’askedthechild.

           ‘Ha!’saidtheoldman,‘tobesurewhen?Howmanyweeksago?CouldIcountthemonmyfingers?Letthemrestthough;they’rebettergone.

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