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THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD

from what we suffer! Heaven be his guard, and keep my boy thus happy, to be the support of his widowed mother, and the father of these two babes, which is all the patrimony I can now bequeath him! May he keep their innocence from the temptations of want, and be their conductor in the paths of honour! " I had scarce said these words, when a noise like that of a tumult seemed to proceed from the prison below: it died away soon after, and a clanking of fetters was heard along the passage that led to my apartment. The keeper of the prison entered, holding a man all bloody, wounded, and fettered with the heaviest irons. I looked with compassion on the wretch as he approached me, but with horror, when I found it was my own son. " My George! my George! and do I behold thee thus? Wounded-fettered? Is this thy happiness? is this the manner you return to me? Oh that this sight could break my heart at once, and let me die! "
" Where, Sir, is your fortitude? " returned my son, with an intrepid voice. " I must suffer; my life is forfeited, and let them take it."
I tried to restrain my passions for a few minutes in silence, but I thought I should have died with the effort. " Oh, my boy, my heart weeps to behold thee thus, and i cannot, cannot help it. In the moment that I thought thee blest, and prayed for thy safety, to behold thee thus again! Chained-wounded; and yet the death of the youthful is happy. But I am old, a very old man, and have lived to see this day 1 To see my children all untimely falling about me, while I continue a wretched survivor in the midst of ruin! May all the curses that ever sunk a soul fall heavy upon the murderer of my children ! May he live, like me, to see "

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