Australian Tales - Setis

him. Scarcely has the poor widow read the comforting passage just
quoted, when she is startled by the sharp rap-tap of the postman at her
door; she hastens to open it, and receives into her trembling hands a
registered letter from her absent son, containing the bank draft for £25,
and an affectionately worded promise that he will henceforward supply
her with the means of procuring every material comfort she needs, as
long as she shall live.
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That promise was faithfully kept; and so far from growing poorer, Mr.
Bustle rapidly grew rich. I have often heard him say, that it was one of
the happiest reflections of his life, that he did not forget his poor old
mother.