Edward Barnett; a Neglected Child of South Carolina, Who Rose to Be a Peer of Great Britain,—and the Stormy Life of His Grandfather, Captain Williams - or, The Earle's Victims: with an Account of the Terrible End of the Proud Earl De Montford, the Lamenta by Tobias Aconite
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bred a carpenter, but intended for a minister,--so he has often told me
himself, for he has been my schoolmaster, it's because we are both lonely, I suppose, that he talked to me, but he kept aloof from the others, and they all said pride would have a fall, and so would not come near him in his trouble. My aunt and he had quarrelled, but she would gladly help him for all that if he would only accept of it, but his pride sticks in the way. I knew he was away, or I would not have brought this with me; however, you can say you brought it.' 'I can never tell an untruth, Edward, but you can leave it, perhaps he will ask no questions.' 'I'm not quite sure of that, Mary; but I've played him one trick this morning for his own good, and if you won't help me to play another, e'en let it alone--all have their weak side,--that abstract idea of truth you worship, Mary, is yours.' 'And do you not love the truth too, Edward?' 'I never tell a wilful lie, Mary, you know. I'd scorn it, and I never break my word,--but still, look at truth's reward,--here! the home of an honest man, and there!' he pointed towards the castle. 'Ah! forgive me, Mary, stupid dolt, that I am.' 'You have not hurt me, Edward, but must never think honesty and truth has no reward even on earth; a good conscience is a blessing none can take away from us, and there is hope in Heaven.' 'There had need be, Mary,--I won't contradict you, though I don't know much about it. The Bible says so, and I suppose it's true: but poor |
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