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A Tale.
A TALE .
FOUNDED ON FACT . OF all the afflictions of Heaven , said Maria , the loss of our senses is the greatest : I should not wish to survive my reason . What noble charity is that in Moorfields ! But God forbidreplied Ii
a , that either of us , or any of our friends , should be one of its inhabitants . . We were deeply engaged on the subject , and the melancholy scene , with which my curiosity had been gratified . in town , seemed actually before me , when , on a sudden , 1 heard the shrill voice of old followed by a mob of childrenwho seemed no less
dian man , , verted with his figure and gestures , than his uncommon expressions . " O ! my poor Ass ! my dear dear Job is taken from me ! Wasn ' t it a shame , Sir , ( approaching to the window , as he saw us , with a modest bow to me , and kissing his hand several times to Mariaj ' with such an inexpressible look of tenderness and gratitude , as instantlmade heart listen to his tale ) wasn ' t it a shame (
repeaty my ing his words ) to rob a poor man of his only ass , which 1 brought up , from the very hour it was foaled , and fed with my own hand ; and it would follow me , and fawn upon me " , and love me ^ and do all ; , but speak—was ' nt it a shame to steal it ? Alas i poor Job ( fetching a deep sigh , as if from the very bottom of his soul ) , many ' s the day ; Sir , we have travelled together , and he would carry poor George
safe in the heat of summer , and the cold ot winter ; ana wnen we . came home > tired and fatigued with our journey , he would eat of my bread , and drink of my cup , and play with us , and sleep under the same roof , and be as one of my children : but now , alas I ( wringing his hands like one in despair ) my poor Job is gone and lost for . ever ! I hope not , friend . O yes , Sir , and poor George Would have too if it had not been for that dear ladyGod bless her
gone , , ( at this instant he again kissed his hand to Maria , with a look that spoke more than ten thousand tongues cotild utter , and lifting upi his eyes seemed for a moment lost in prayer , and then added ) . But she will have her reward in Heaven . " At these words I observed Maria melted with tenderness , arid endeavouring to conceal a tear . My heart too sunk within me , - and I front
Was almost lost in sympathy - when the old man recovering his apostrophe , modestly begged pardon for his intrusion ; and retired , as he had advanced ; with a boW to me , smiling , and kissing his hand to Maria . There was something wonderfully' interesting in his manner , Surely , said I to myself , following Cracky with my eye , which seemed to dwell , with I know not . what kind . of melancholy pleasurej On his figure , mien , and gestures— - . J
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Tale.
A TALE .
FOUNDED ON FACT . OF all the afflictions of Heaven , said Maria , the loss of our senses is the greatest : I should not wish to survive my reason . What noble charity is that in Moorfields ! But God forbidreplied Ii
a , that either of us , or any of our friends , should be one of its inhabitants . . We were deeply engaged on the subject , and the melancholy scene , with which my curiosity had been gratified . in town , seemed actually before me , when , on a sudden , 1 heard the shrill voice of old followed by a mob of childrenwho seemed no less
dian man , , verted with his figure and gestures , than his uncommon expressions . " O ! my poor Ass ! my dear dear Job is taken from me ! Wasn ' t it a shame , Sir , ( approaching to the window , as he saw us , with a modest bow to me , and kissing his hand several times to Mariaj ' with such an inexpressible look of tenderness and gratitude , as instantlmade heart listen to his tale ) wasn ' t it a shame (
repeaty my ing his words ) to rob a poor man of his only ass , which 1 brought up , from the very hour it was foaled , and fed with my own hand ; and it would follow me , and fawn upon me " , and love me ^ and do all ; , but speak—was ' nt it a shame to steal it ? Alas i poor Job ( fetching a deep sigh , as if from the very bottom of his soul ) , many ' s the day ; Sir , we have travelled together , and he would carry poor George
safe in the heat of summer , and the cold ot winter ; ana wnen we . came home > tired and fatigued with our journey , he would eat of my bread , and drink of my cup , and play with us , and sleep under the same roof , and be as one of my children : but now , alas I ( wringing his hands like one in despair ) my poor Job is gone and lost for . ever ! I hope not , friend . O yes , Sir , and poor George Would have too if it had not been for that dear ladyGod bless her
gone , , ( at this instant he again kissed his hand to Maria , with a look that spoke more than ten thousand tongues cotild utter , and lifting upi his eyes seemed for a moment lost in prayer , and then added ) . But she will have her reward in Heaven . " At these words I observed Maria melted with tenderness , arid endeavouring to conceal a tear . My heart too sunk within me , - and I front
Was almost lost in sympathy - when the old man recovering his apostrophe , modestly begged pardon for his intrusion ; and retired , as he had advanced ; with a boW to me , smiling , and kissing his hand to Maria . There was something wonderfully' interesting in his manner , Surely , said I to myself , following Cracky with my eye , which seemed to dwell , with I know not . what kind . of melancholy pleasurej On his figure , mien , and gestures— - . J