The old man gazed on him; a tear stood in his eye! “Young gentleman,”
said he, “you are too good; may Heaven bless you for an old man’s sake,
who has nothing but his blessing to give! but my knapsack is so familiar
to my shoulders, that I should walk the worse for wanting it; and it
would be troublesome to you, who have not been used to its weight.”
“Far from it,” answered Harley, “I should tread the lighter; it would be
the most honourable badge I ever wore.”
“Sir,” said the stranger, who had looked earnestly in Harley’s face
during the last part of his discourse, “is act your name Harley?”
“It is,” replied he; “I am ashamed to say I have forgotten yours.”
“You may well have forgotten my face,” said the stranger;—“’tis a long
time since you saw it; but possibly you may remember something of old
Edwards.”
“Edwards!” cried Harley, “oh! heavens!” and sprung to embrace him; “let
me clasp those knees on which I have sat so often: Edwards!—I shall never
forget that fire-side, round which I have been so happy! But where,
where have you been? where is Jack? where is your daughter? How has it
fared with them, when fortune, I fear, has been so unkind to you?”
“’Tis a long tale,” replied Edwards; “but I will try to tell it you as we
walk.
“When you were at school in the neighbourhood, you remember me at
South-hill: that farm had been possessed by my father, grandfather, and
great-grandfather, which last was a younger brother of that very man’s
ancestor, who is now lord of the manor. I thought I managed it, as they
had done, with prudence; I paid my rent regularly as it became due, and
had always as much behind as gave bread to me and my children. But my
last lease was out soon after you left that part of the country; and the
squire, who had lately got a London-attorney for his steward, would not
renew it, because, he said, he did not chuse to have any farm under £300
a year value on his estate; but offered to give me the preference on the
same terms with another, if I chose to take the one he had marked out, of
which mine was a part.
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