have carried him in these arms! And, Jarvis, says he, when a beggar
has asked charity of me, why should people be poor? You shan't be
poor, Jarvis; if I was a king, nobody should be poor. Yet He is
poor. And then he was so brave!--O, he was a brave little boy! And
yet so merciful, he'd not have killed the gnat that stung him.

_Mrs. Bev._ Speak to him, Charlotte; for I cannot.

_Char._ When I have wiped my eyes.

_Jar._ I have a little money, madam; it might have been more, but I
have loved the poor. All that I have is yours.

_Mrs. Bev._ No, Jarvis; we have enough yet. I thank you though, and
will deserve your goodness.

_Jar._ But shall I see my master? And will he let me attend him in
his distresses? I'll be no expence to him: and 'twill kill me to be
refused. Where is he, madam?

_Mrs. Bev._ Not at home, Jarvis. You shall see him another
time.

_Char._ To-morrow, or the next day. O, Jarvis! what a change is here!

_Jar._ A change indeed, madam! My old heart akes at it. And yet
methinks--But here's somebody coming.


SCENE IV.