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and abject with the consciousness of poverty as well as with hunger and cold. But life is sweet and you knock. The lord of
the princely mansion listens. You knock again, he opens the door, he sees you are wretched, he speaks kindly to you and leads
you in. For a time he forgets his gay company as he gets you dry clothing and food and all the comforts and cordials his fine
mansion affords He watches over you too as you begin to revive as tenderly as the fond mother over her sick child; And when
at length you have recovered under his kind care, he sends you on your way with a glad heart. Ah Bradley would you ever forget
that man? Would after joy or grief, hope or fear, bright prosperity or gloomy adversity, friends old or new, or time itself
ever push him or blot him out of your heart? No Bradley though you should live long afterwards, and travel far, and meet many
a stormy change of fortune, through all the tossings and beatings to fro on lifes changeful sea, up and down, back forward,
among those who might hat you, or those 00082