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would have been very slow to express to any one else, but on which he founded many prayers, in his own simple fashion, when he was by himself in his little dor- mitory. Not that Tom had not his own way of speaking his mind occasionally, with something of the fact often observable in his class; as, for example, the very day after the Sabbath we have described, St. Clare was invited out to a convivial party of choice spirits, and was helped home, between one and two o’clock at night, in a condition when the physical had decidedly attained the upper hand of the intel- lectual. Tom and Adolph assisted to get him composed for the night-the latter in high spirits, evidently regarding the matter as a good joke, and laughing heartily at the rusticity of Tom’s horror, who really was simple enough to lie awake most of the rest of the night, praying for his young master. “Well, Tom, what are you waiting for?” said St. Clare, the next day, as he sat in his library, in dressing-gown and slippers. St. Clare had just been entrusting Tom with some money, and various commissions. “Isn’t all right there, Tom?” he added, as Tom still stood waiting. “I’m ‘fraid not, Mas’r,” said Tom, with a grave face. St. Clare laid down his paper, and set down his coffee-cup, and looked at Tom. “Why, Tom, what’s the case? You look as solemn as a coffin.” “I feel very bad, Mas’r. I allays have thought that Mas’r would be good to eve- rybody.” |
