As I had got my drink from a brook or pool, which was at no great
distance, he brought me a little cup one day to drink out of; but this
I was not allowed to keep long, for he soon after told me that his
mother wanted it, and he must return it. He several times arrived quite
out of breath, and when I inquired the reason, calling him as I usually
did, "Little Tommy" he said it was necessary for him to run, and to
stay but a short time, that he might be at school in good season. Thus
he continued to serve me, and keep my secret, at great inconvenience to
himself, up to the last day of my stay in that retreat; and I believe
he would have done so for three months if I had remained there. I
should like to see him again and hear his broken English.
I had now abundance of time to reflect on my lost condition; and many a
bitter thought passed through my mind, as I sat on the ground, or
strolled about by day, and lay under the bushes at night.
Sometimes I reflected on the doctrines I had heard at the nunnery,
concerning sins and penances, Purgatory and Hell; and sometimes on my
late companions, and the crimes I had witnessed in the Convent.
Sometimes I would sit and seriously consider how I might best destroy
my life; and sometimes would sing a few of the hymns with which I was
familiar; but I never felt willing or disposed to pray, as I supposed
there was no hope of mercy for me.
One of the first nights I spent in that houseless condition was stormy;
and though I crept under the thickest of the bushes, and had more
protection against the rain than one might have expected, I was almost
entirely wet before morning; and, it may be supposed, passed a more
uncomfortable night than usual. The next day I was happy to find the
weather clear, and was able to dry my garments by taking off one at a
time, and spreading them on the bushes. A night or two after, however,
I was again exposed to a heavy rain, and had the same process afterward
to go through with: but what is remarkable, I took no cold on either
occasion; nor did I suffer any lasting injury from all the exposures I
underwent in that place. The inconveniences I had to encounter, also,
appeared to me of little importance, not being sufficient to draw off
my mind from its own troubles; and I had no intention of seeking a more
comfortable abode, still looking forward only to dying as soon as God
would permit, alone and in that spot.
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