"
"We do, your Reverence, we do. A mild, gentle crathur he was, poor boy.
I hope God prospered him."
"You see him now before you," said the priest. "I am that boy, and I
thank God that I can testify, however slightly, my deep sense of the
virtues which you exercised towards me; although I regret that the
occasion is one of such affliction."
The farmer raised his eyes and feeble hands towards heaven. "Praise an'
glory to your name, good God!" he exclaimed. "Praise an' glory to your
holy name! Now I know that I'm not forgotten, when you brought back the
little kindness I did that boy for your sake, wid so many blessins to me
in the hour of my affliction an' sufferin'! Childher remimber this,
now that I'm goin' to lave yez for ever! Remimber always to help the
stranger, an' thim that's poor an' in sorrow. If you do, God won't
forget it to you; but will bring it back to yez when you stand in need
of it, as he done to me this day. You see, childhre dear, how small
thrifles o' that kind depend on one another. If I hadn't thought of
helpin' his Reverence here when he was young and away from his own, he
wouldn't think of callin' upon us this day as he was passin'. You see
the hand of God is in it, childhre: which it is, indeed, in every thing
that passes about us, if we could only see it as we ought to do. Thin,
but I'd like to look upon your face, sir, if it's plasin' to you? A
little more to the light, sir. There, I now see you. Ay, indeed, it's
changed for the betther it is--: the same mild, clear countenance, but
not sorrowful, as when I seen it last.
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