First Love: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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seas, and let him see the boy. And he seen him, sure enough, walking
with a nice ould lady, that's been your ladyship, I suppose. And he had
his two legs, my husband said, which I was particular glad to hear.
And he was getting fat, too, and rosy-like, and was dressed, as the
mistress's child (heaven love the boy) should be. And this made my mind
a dale asier, for now there was little wrong dun him.
"But, by and bye, troubles came upon me, and my husband died; but,
before he died, he thought, and I thought about our sin in regard to
the child, and so I made him write down the way to get a letter to
your ladyship's hands; and it was a thing that my husband, as he was a
dying, seemed to hear to. Well, when I buried my husband, sure, I fell
sick myself, and then I begun to think the hand of Heaven was upon me,
and I sat up in my bed, and wrote this long letter to your ladyship;
which, becourse of what my husband set down for me before he died, I
give to one that's going over seas to the harvest, to give to your
ladyship's own hand. He'll tell your ladyship all my husband thought
it best not to put down in the letter. But just ax him that takes it
what is nurse's name, and he'll tell you fast enough, and all about the
great folk at the castle. And it's he that can tell that too, for its
he that ought to know it, for his father, and grandfather before him,
got bread under them, and he might have got bread under them himself,
only for his tricks. But no matter for that. He knows no more o' what's
inside the letter, than one that never seen the outside of it; and he's
sworn too, before the praist, at the bedside of the sick, and may be
of the dying, to deliver it safe, for the ase of the conscience of the
living, and the rest of the soul of him that's dead.
"And now I have no more to add, but that the young masther (that's him
that's with your ladyship this present time,) when he has all, should
take it to heart to do for his foster-brother, that's innocent of all
harm, and that has larned to lie on a soft bed, without fault o' his,
and that throwd him the cake he was aiting in the coach, poor boy, when
he thought it was his own, and that may be too.--But no matter for that
now: the penance has been done for that, and the absolution has been
given for that, and the priest has had his dues. And it's not like the
sin that satisfaction can be done for, and that it must be done for
too, before the absolution can serve the soul: sich as giving back
to the owner his own, or the likes of that; or the setting up of the
misthress's child again in his own place, and the pulling down of him
that a mother's heart blades for, but that has no business where he is;
though it would be hard, for all that, if his father's child should
want. But don't be frightening yourself with the thoughts of that,
Molly. The young masther, after all that cum and gone, will surely do
for him that's his foster-brother, any way; and may be do something for
his foster-sister too.
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