Young Grandison, volume 2 (of 2): A series of letters from young persons to their friends — John Shaqi
Young Grandison, volume 2 (of 2): A series of letters from young persons to their friendsCambon, Madame de (Maria Geertruida van de Werken)
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Young Grandison, volume 2 (of 2): A series of letters from young persons to their friends
Cambon, Madame de (Maria Geertruida van de Werken)
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature; Epistolary fiction
I do not seem much the better for my walk, but I am glad I went, and I
will tell you why. As I was going down the lane by the side of the
garden, which you know leads to the high road, such a weariness came
over me I was obliged to sit down. After resting some moments I rose up,
and without considering where I was going, turned down the public road.
May we not suppose, William, that heaven directs our steps to be
serviceable to our fellow-creatures? for I saw, as I advanced, not far
from me, a little child about three years old; it seemed tired, and
stood still when it perceived me. At first I supposed some person was
near; but not seeing any one, I began to be uneasy, and when it turned
from me offered it some flowers which I had gathered in my way; this I
did with a smiling aspect, and enquired what was its name, and where it
lived? It could only lisp out a few words, such as that its name was
Jemmy, and that it lived yonder, pointing with its hand, I could not
tell where, for you know there is no house near; I could only make out
that it had been a long time seeking its mammy.
The evening was growing dusky, and still no person appeared; I quickly
imagined the poor mother’s feelings when she missed her child, and would
have given any thing to have been able to have restored him to her; but
as that was impossible, I was determined to take him with me, and leave
him at our gardener’s house, till he should find out to whom he
belonged. I was obliged to carry him, for he began to cry, when he saw
we turned out of the high road, and I found it rather troublesome on
account of my weakness, but my resolution gave me strength, and I gave
it in charge to the gardener’s wife, who promised to take care of it. In
the morning a servant is to go to the neighbouring villages to enquire
about the mother. Farewell.
CHARLES.
LETTER XVII.
EMILIA _to_ CHARLOTTE.
My mother is now out of danger, my dear Charlotte, but Charles went to
bed last night very ill, and is it to be wondered at, after the
perturbation of mind he has lately gone through? Heaven preserve me such
a brother! The time seemed so long while he was away, that I do not know
how I should live without him.
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