Now this is a robbery which I wish to prevent, by carrying
away your property before they come over, which they will to-morrow;
and I propose that you shall accompany me, with all that you can take
away, or that may be useful, this evening."
"You are very kind," replied the boy. "I will do all you wish, but I
feel very weak, and very unwell."
"You must exert yourself, for your own sake, my poor fellow. Come,
now, sit up and put all your own clothes together. Collect every thing
in this room, while I look about the house. And tell me, had not your
father some money? for the robbers said that they saw him counting it
out of a sack, through the chinks of the shutters, and that was why
they made the attack."
"Hateful money!" cried the boy. "Yes, he had, I believe, a great deal
of money; but I can not say how much."
"Now get up, and do as I request, my dear boy," said Edward, raising
him up in his arms; "when your grief is lessened, you may have many
happy days yet in store for you; you have a Father in heaven that you
must put your trust in, and with him you will find peace."
The boy rose up, and Edward closed the door of the chamber that he
might not see his father's corpse.
"I do put my trust in Heaven, good sir," replied the boy; "for it has
already sent me a kind friend in my distress.
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