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A Tale.
he did nothing but cry like a child . And who is this lady of the lawn , who lives in this paradise of charity ? Her name ( said Maria ) is better recurJed hy her actions than the splendor of her famil y , though the * name of Faiconberg is lisped by every child in all the neighbouring villages ; but if you will take a walk with me on the lawnI will there shew you some few of the objects of hers and her
, lord ' s charity . Maria was as good as her word , and presented to my enraptured view a scene , which fancy is more equal to than description : a set of invalid .-and cripples moving , or rather attempting to mow , the ; lawn , evidently employed only on the purest motives of charity . The cheerfulness of their looks , and the smile on their countenances ,
bespoke at once content and gratitude . Their happiness and security in this garden of Eden , said my fair conductress , gives no less pleasure to themselves , than the most heart-felt satisfaction to their generous benefactor and patron , the Earl of Falconberg , whose goodness supplies their necessities , and administers to their comfort , whilst his modesty Mushes to find it fame . But where is Crack y , said I to one of the old men , as he was whetting his scythe against
his left arm , which was broken , like a Chelsea pensioner shouldering his musquet : O , Sir , his wife has just fetched him home to dinner . Ay , your honor , she ' s a good wife : poor Cracky can't take care of himself ever since he lost his ass , though my lady there ( pointing and bowing respectfully to Maria ) bought him another , and gave him new panniers , and every thing ( she will certainly , thought Ias Cracky saidbe rewarded hereafter ) but George
, , , shakes his head , and says , "it isn't his own ass , ' tisn ' t like my Job , " and when he thinks of it , your honor , he will burst into tears , and then his wife takes him home , and comforts him , and kisses the tears off her husband ' s cheek : I could love Crack y ' s wife myself ; O . ' but that must not be , said Maria , gravely : but I may ' pray for her , cried the old man , smiling ; certainly , replied I ; and what
blessing will you pray for ? that Cracky may recover his senses , your honour . Ay , neighbour , cried a cripple who stood next to him , sosavl—God save the King ! f ' Maria and I felt the whole force of the old man ' s praj'er , and at the same instant both of us answered—Amen . And immediately , without taking leave of each other , for there are moments when Dame Nature turns Ceremony out of door , we retired separately to converse with reflection in the secret chambers of the heart .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Tale.
he did nothing but cry like a child . And who is this lady of the lawn , who lives in this paradise of charity ? Her name ( said Maria ) is better recurJed hy her actions than the splendor of her famil y , though the * name of Faiconberg is lisped by every child in all the neighbouring villages ; but if you will take a walk with me on the lawnI will there shew you some few of the objects of hers and her
, lord ' s charity . Maria was as good as her word , and presented to my enraptured view a scene , which fancy is more equal to than description : a set of invalid .-and cripples moving , or rather attempting to mow , the ; lawn , evidently employed only on the purest motives of charity . The cheerfulness of their looks , and the smile on their countenances ,
bespoke at once content and gratitude . Their happiness and security in this garden of Eden , said my fair conductress , gives no less pleasure to themselves , than the most heart-felt satisfaction to their generous benefactor and patron , the Earl of Falconberg , whose goodness supplies their necessities , and administers to their comfort , whilst his modesty Mushes to find it fame . But where is Crack y , said I to one of the old men , as he was whetting his scythe against
his left arm , which was broken , like a Chelsea pensioner shouldering his musquet : O , Sir , his wife has just fetched him home to dinner . Ay , your honor , she ' s a good wife : poor Cracky can't take care of himself ever since he lost his ass , though my lady there ( pointing and bowing respectfully to Maria ) bought him another , and gave him new panniers , and every thing ( she will certainly , thought Ias Cracky saidbe rewarded hereafter ) but George
, , , shakes his head , and says , "it isn't his own ass , ' tisn ' t like my Job , " and when he thinks of it , your honor , he will burst into tears , and then his wife takes him home , and comforts him , and kisses the tears off her husband ' s cheek : I could love Crack y ' s wife myself ; O . ' but that must not be , said Maria , gravely : but I may ' pray for her , cried the old man , smiling ; certainly , replied I ; and what
blessing will you pray for ? that Cracky may recover his senses , your honour . Ay , neighbour , cried a cripple who stood next to him , sosavl—God save the King ! f ' Maria and I felt the whole force of the old man ' s praj'er , and at the same instant both of us answered—Amen . And immediately , without taking leave of each other , for there are moments when Dame Nature turns Ceremony out of door , we retired separately to converse with reflection in the secret chambers of the heart .