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
He uttered this in a solemn tone of voice, and then looking at me with
tenderness, entreated me to be calm. Picture to yourself now your friend
Charles, without his coat, upon one knee, holding his right arm under
Harry’s head, and with his left softly rubbing his temples: and every
now and then he turned his eyes to heaven, and I saw the tears streaming
down his cheeks.
EMILIA.
You sigh and weep in such a manner, Charles—is Harry dead?
CHARLES.
No, Emilia, he is yet living—perhaps he might yet be restored, could I
obtain any help. God be merciful, said he, I cannot afford him any
assistance—what shall I do?
EMILIA.
Since you are not able to afford him any assistance, had we not better——
CHARLES.
No, we must not go and leave a man to his fate who is insensible: he
would not have served us so: misfortunes level all imaginary
distinctions in life: he would have ventured his life for us; we must do
as we would be done by. How attentive was he to me in my last illness!
Here the tears came again into his eyes.
EMILIA.
And must we remain here all night?
CHARLES.
It may not be necessary; we must first think of doing right, and then
leave the issue to God. Can we expect that he will have compassion on us
if we show none? I should never be happy if I left this dying man.
EMILIA.
And so you forget what our father and mother are suffering at this
instant, on account of our staying out so late.
CHARLES.
Can you suppose so, Emilia?—Oh, that somebody would come to our
assistance! Try to calm your mind, my dear sister, I beseech you. I wish
I had happened to have been alone, I should then have waited patiently
to see the will of heaven.
EMILIA.
I am frightened—I heard something.
CHARLES.
You heard nothing but the falling of the leaves: come sit down here,
Emilia, by me on the grass.
EMILIA.
We are very unfortunate!
CHARLES.
No, say not so; let us show that we are not inhuman, by thinking more of
others than ourselves, who are not in any immediate danger.
EMILIA.
I will now endeavour to be easy; but I cannot help thinking of my father
and mother.
CHARLES.
They will think that Harry is with us, and that we are very safe.
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