The loss of fortune, if it leads
him to apply the talents which he does possess to useful purposes, may,
in the end, prove a great gain."
Anthony shook his head. "Godfrey will never work."
"Then, my dear sir, he must starve."
"He will do neither."
And the conversation between the friends terminated.
CHAPTER XIII.
The world has done its worst, you need not heed
Its praise or censure now.--Your name is held
In deep abhorrence by the good: the bad
Make it a sad example for fresh guilt.--S.M.
We will leave Anthony Hurdlestone to weep and watch beside the newly
dead, and conduct our readers into the cottage occupied by Farmer
Mathews and his family.
Returning the night before from market, very much the worse from liquor,
the farmer had fallen from his horse, and received a very severe
concussion of the brain. William, surprised at his long absence, left
the house at daybreak in search of his father, and found him lying,
apparently dead, within sight of his own door.
With Mary's assistance, he carried him into the house. Medical aid was
called in, and all had been done that man could do to alleviate the
sufferings of the injured farmer, but with little effect. The man had
received a mortal blow, and the doctor, when he left that evening, had
pronounced the fatal sentence that his case was hopeless; that, in all
probability, he would expire before the morning.
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