. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . y own stupidity 1 hadsubjected myself to such an indignity. Imade no reply—but took my hat and left thehouse. I wandered forth, hardly knowingwhich way I went. In a short time I foundmyself ascending the mountain, toward oldSarahs cave. It now came suddenly to myrecollection that the hermitess had invitedme to come and see her, if at any time I wasin trouble. Although she was not, perhaps, the wisestof counsellors, yet, in my present disturbedstate of mind, it suited me well enough to goto her. Indeed, I felt so mi
. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . y own stupidity 1 hadsubjected myself to such an indignity. Imade no reply—but took my hat and left thehouse. I wandered forth, hardly knowingwhich way I went. In a short time I foundmyself ascending the mountain, toward oldSarahs cave. It now came suddenly to myrecollection that the hermitess had invitedme to come and see her, if at any time I wasin trouble. Although she was not, perhaps, the wisestof counsellors, yet, in my present disturbedstate of mind, it suited me well enough to goto her. Indeed, I felt so miserable, so lonelyfrom the loss of my uncle, so helpless fromthe loss of my property, that I thought oftaking up my abode with the gray old dameof the rock, and living there the rest of my OLD SARAH S CAVE. 123 life. With these strange notions running inmy head, I approached her den. It was a chill December evening, and Ifound her in her cave. She bade me wel-come, and I sat down. I knew it wouldcome to this/ said she: I knew it longago. Your uncle was kind-hearted, as the. world say; but is it kind to spend what isnot ones own ? Is it kind to waste the pro-perty of the orphan, and leave ones sisterschild to beggary? Is it kind to eat, drink,and be merry, when anothers tears must paythe reckoning ? ff Nay, nay, said I; fl you must not speak 124 WIT BOUGHT. in this way. My uncle is dead, and I willnot hear his name mentioned, except inwords of kindness and charity : he loved me;he ever spoke kindly to me; he was to me asa father; he would not have done more for ason than he did for me. I could say no more, for tears and sobschoked my utterance, and old Sarah thenwent on. Well, well; let it be so, let it beso. But I must tell you, Master Merry,that I knew your mother well. We wereboth of the same country, both natives ofEngland, and we came to America in thesame ship. She was a good woman, and inthe dark days of my life, she was kind to will repay it to her child. Saying t
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