was of your Preſent: For I had more Pleaſure in feeding him, than in riding him. Indeed, Sir, it went to my Heart to part with him; nor would I have ſold him upon any other Account in the world than what I did. You yourſelf, Sir, I am convinced, in my Caſe, wou’d have done the ſame: For none ever ſo ſenſibly felt the Misfortunes of others. What would you feel, dear Sir, if you thought yourſelf the Occaſion of them?—Indeed, Sir, there was never any Miſery like theirs.—Like whoſe, Child,’ ſays Allworthy, ‘what do you mean? Oh, Sir,’ anſwered Tom, ‘your poor Game-keeper, with all his large Family, ever ſince your diſcarding him, have been periſhing with all the Miſeries of Cold and Hunger. I could not bear to ſee theſe poor Wretches naked and ſtarving, and at the ſame Time know myſelf to have been the Occaſion of all their Sufferings.—I could not bear it, Sir, upon my Soul, I could not.’ (Here the Tears run down his Cheeks, and he thus proceeded) ‘It was to ſave them from abſolute Deſtruction, I parted with your dear Preſent, notwithſtanding all the Value I had for it.—I ſold the Horſe for them, and they have every Farthing of the Money.’
Mr.
