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allowance. The surplus would not go to you; your wants are adequately provided for, and your position could hardly be improved. God bless your reverence, we knows it, said Spriggs. Its all true, your reverence, said Skulpit; we sees it all now. Yes, Mr. Harding, said Bunce, opening his mouth for the first time; I believe they do understand it now, now that theyve driven from under the same roof with them such a master as not one of them will ever know againnow that theyre like to be in sore want of a friend. Come, come, Bunce, said Mr. Harding, blowing his nose, and manuvring to wipe his eyes at the same time. Oh, as to that, said Handy, we none of us never wanted to do Mr. Harding no harm; if hes going now, its not along of us; and I dont see for what Mr. Bunce speaks up agen us that way. Youve ruined yourselves, and youve ruined me too, and thats why, said Bunce. Nonsense, Bunce, said Mr. Harding; theres nobody ruined at all. I hope youll let me leave you all friends, I hope youll all drink a glass of wine in friendly feeling with me and with one another. Youll have a good friend, I dont doubt, in your new warden; and if ever you want any other, why after all Im not going so far off but that I shall sometimes see you; and then, having finished his speech, Mr. Harding filled all the glasses, and himself handed each a glass to the men round him, and raising his own, said, God bless you all! you have my heartfelt wishes for your welfare. I hope you may live contented, and die trusting in the Lord Jesus Christ, and thankful to Almighty God for the good things he has given you. God bless you, my friends! and Mr. Harding drank his wine. Another murmur, somewhat more articulate than the first, passed round the circle, and this time it was intended to imply a blessing on Mr. Harding. It had, however, but little cordiality in it. Poor old men! how could they be cordial with their sore consciences and shamed faces? how could they bid God bless him with hearty voices and a true benison, knowing, as they did, that their vile cabal had driven him from his happy home, and sent him in his old age to seek shelter under a strange roof-tree? They did their best, however; they drank their wine, and withdrew. As they left the hall-door, Mr. Harding shook hands with each of the men, and spoke a kind word to them about their individual cases and ailments; and so they departed, answering his questions in the fewest words, and retreated to their dens, a sorrowful repentant crew. All but Bunce, who still remained to make his own farewell. Theres poor old Bell, said Mr. Harding, I mustnt go without saying a word to him; come through with me, Bunce, and bring the wine with you; and so they went through to the mens cottages, and found the old man propped up as usual in his bed. Ive come to say good-bye to you, Bell, said Mr. Harding, speaking loud, for the old man was deaf. And are you going away, then, really? asked Bell. Indeed I am, and Ive brought you a glass of wine; so that we may part friends, as we lived, you know. The old man took the proffered glass in his shaking hands, and drank it eagerly. God bless you, Bell! said Mr. Harding; good-bye, my old friend. And so youre really going? the man again asked. |
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