Willy Burke, or, The Irish orphan in America - Digital Repository ...

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202 WILLY BURKE ; OK,
Now dat you '11 be richer, do de same, and don't ever forget
God ; for if you do, I 'd be sorry, very sorry, to leave
de money to you, 'cause, when you come to be where I am
now, on the bed of deat, all de riches in de world is like
nothing at all ; keep dat always in your mind, and den you
need not be afraid of deat. May de Lord bless you, and
keep you all your life in his holy service. And be sure
you don't forget de poor old man dat has so much to
answer for in de oder world.
evening".
Pray for me, morning and
Willy's tears fell fast on the withered face whereon
death was already legibly traced, as he exclaimed with
honest warmth u |With the help of God, Mr. Weimar !
I '11 never kneel to pray for myself, or for my dead father
or mother, but I '11 offer up a prayer for you. Your money,
sir, I didn't want, for I don't covet riches ; but still I
thank you, Mr. Weimar— God knows I do—because it
shows that you were pleased with my poor services ;
and
sure I 'd have been the most ungrateful boy in the world,
for yourself and
if I hadn't served you as well as I could ;
Mr. Talbot were the best friends to me. But, sir, if you
were leavin' me all the money you were worth, and you to
be dyin' a Protestant, I 'd give it all, ay, every cent, to see
you as you are. Thanks and praises be to God that he has
brought you within the
death".
pale of the Church before your
" But, Talbot", said Weimar, making a strong effort
to speak, for his speech was almost gone, " dere 's one
ting I want to tell you before I die : I forgive dat poor
Wilson from my very heart. I promised de priest dat I
would forgive him, and I do : God be praised for it ; tell
him dat, if you ever see him, and dat it was de holy and