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The
death
of
an
infant
which
scarce
knew
you
,
which
a
week
's
absence
from
you
would
have
caused
to
forget
you
,
will
strike
you
down
more
than
the
loss
of
your
closest
friend
,
or
your
first-born
son
--
a
man
grown
like
yourself
,
with
children
of
his
own
.
We
may
be
harsh
and
stern
with
Judah
and
Simeon
--
our
love
and
pity
gush
out
for
Benjamin
,
the
little
one
.
And
if
you
are
old
,
as
some
reader
of
this
may
be
or
shall
be
old
and
rich
,
or
old
and
poor
--
you
may
one
day
be
thinking
for
yourself
--
"
These
people
are
very
good
round
about
me
,
but
they
wo
n't
grieve
too
much
when
I
am
gone
.
I
am
very
rich
,
and
they
want
my
inheritance
--
or
very
poor
,
and
they
are
tired
of
supporting
me
.
"
The
period
of
mourning
for
Mrs.
Sedley
's
death
was
only
just
concluded
,
and
Jos
scarcely
had
had
time
to
cast
off
his
black
and
appear
in
the
splendid
waistcoats
which
he
loved
,
when
it
became
evident
to
those
about
Mr.
Sedley
that
another
event
was
at
hand
,
and
that
the
old
man
was
about
to
go
seek
for
his
wife
in
the
dark
land
whither
she
had
preceded
him
.
"
The
state
of
my
father
's
health
,
"
Jos
Sedley
solemnly
remarked
at
the
Club
,
"
prevents
me
from
giving
any
LARGE
parties
this
season
:
but
if
you
will
come
in
quietly
at
half-past
six
,
Chutney
,
my
boy
,
and
fake
a
homely
dinner
with
one
or
two
of
the
old
set
--
I
shall
be
always
glad
to
see
you
.
"
So
Jos
and
his
acquaintances
dined
and
drank
their
claret
among
themselves
in
silence
,
whilst
the
sands
of
life
were
running
out
in
the
old
man
's
glass
upstairs
.
The
velvet-footed
butler
brought
them
their
wine
,
and
they
composed
themselves
to
a
rubber
after
dinner
,
at
which
Major
Dobbin
would
sometimes
come
and
take
a
hand
;
and
Mrs.
Osborne
would
occasionally
descend
,
when
her
patient
above
was
settled
for
the
night
,
and
had
commenced
one
of
those
lightly
troubled
slumbers
which
visit
the
pillow
of
old
age
.
The
old
man
clung
to
his
daughter
during
this
sickness
.
He
would
take
his
broths
and
medicines
from
scarcely
any
other
hand
.
To
tend
him
became
almost
the
sole
business
of
her
life
.
Her
bed
was
placed
close
by
the
door
which
opened
into
his
chamber
,
and
she
was
alive
at
the
slightest
noise
or
disturbance
from
the
couch
of
the
querulous
invalid
.
Though
,
to
do
him
justice
,
he
lay
awake
many
an
hour
,
silent
and
without
stirring
,
unwilling
to
awaken
his
kind
and
vigilant
nurse
.
He
loved
his
daughter
with
more
fondness
now
,
perhaps
,
than
ever
he
had
done
since
the
days
of
her
childhood
.
In
the
discharge
of
gentle
offices
and
kind
filial
duties
,
this
simple
creature
shone
most
especially
.
"
She
walks
into
the
room
as
silently
as
a
sunbeam
,
"
Mr.
Dobbin
thought
as
he
saw
her
passing
in
and
out
from
her
father
's
room
,
a
cheerful
sweetness
lighting
up
her
face
as
she
moved
to
and
fro
,
graceful
and
noiseless
.
When
women
are
brooding
over
their
children
,
or
busied
in
a
sick-room
,
who
has
not
seen
in
their
faces
those
sweet
angelic
beams
of
love
and
pity
?
A
secret
feud
of
some
years
'
standing
was
thus
healed
,
and
with
a
tacit
reconciliation
.
In
these
last
hours
,
and
touched
by
her
love
and
goodness
,
the
old
man
forgot
all
his
grief
against
her
,
and
wrongs
which
he
and
his
wife
had
many
a
long
night
debated
:
how
she
had
given
up
everything
for
her
boy
;
how
she
was
careless
of
her
parents
in
their
old
age
and
misfortune
,
and
only
thought
of
the
child
;
how
absurdly
and
foolishly
,
impiously
indeed
,
she
took
on
when
George
was
removed
from
her
.
Old
Sedley
forgot
these
charges
as
he
was
making
up
his
last
account
,
and
did
justice
to
the
gentle
and
uncomplaining
little
martyr
.
One
night
when
she
stole
into
his
room
,
she
found
him
awake
,
when
the
broken
old
man
made
his
confession
.
"
Oh
,
Emmy
,
I
've
been
thinking
we
were
very
unkind
and
unjust
to
you
,
"
he
said
and
put
out
his
cold
and
feeble
hand
to
her
.
She
knelt
down
and
prayed
by
his
bedside
,
as
he
did
too
,
having
still
hold
of
her
hand
.
When
our
turn
comes
,
friend
,
may
we
have
such
company
in
our
prayers
!
Perhaps
as
he
was
lying
awake
then
,
his
life
may
have
passed
before
him
--
his
early
hopeful
struggles
,
his
manly
successes
and
prosperity
,
his
downfall
in
his
declining
years
,
and
his
present
helpless
condition
--
no
chance
of
revenge
against
Fortune
,
which
had
had
the
better
of
him
--
neither
name
nor
money
to
bequeath
--
a
spent-out
,
bootless
life
of
defeat
and
disappointment
,
and
the
end
here
!
Which
,
I
wonder
,
brother
reader
,
is
the
better
lot
,
to
die
prosperous
and
famous
,
or
poor
and
disappointed
?
To
have
,
and
to
be
forced
to
yield
;
or
to
sink
out
of
life
,
having
played
and
lost
the
game
?
That
must
be
a
strange
feeling
,
when
a
day
of
our
life
comes
and
we
say
,
"
To-morrow
,
success
or
failure
wo
n't
matter
much
,
and
the
sun
will
rise
,
and
all
the
myriads
of
mankind
go
to
their
work
or
their
pleasure
as
usual
,
but
I
shall
be
out
of
the
turmoil
.
"
So
there
came
one
morning
and
sunrise
when
all
the
world
got
up
and
set
about
its
various
works
and
pleasures
,
with
the
exception
of
old
John
Sedley
,
who
was
not
to
fight
with
fortune
,
or
to
hope
or
scheme
any
more
,
but
to
go
and
take
up
a
quiet
and
utterly
unknown
residence
in
a
churchyard
at
Brompton
by
the
side
of
his
old
wife
.
