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smiled, it was said so drolly; but his mother, who felt a little as if she were being laughed at, said, ‘Why, Sir, my brother’s name was Alfred; and as to Harold, it was to please Miss Jane’s little sister that died—she was quite a little girl then, Sir, but so clever, and she would have him named out of her History of England.’

      ‘Did Miss Selby give you those flowers?’ said Mr. Cope, admiring the rose and geranium in the cup on the table.

      ‘Yes, Sir;’ and Mrs. King launched out in the praises of Miss Jane and of my Lady, an inexhaustible subject which did not leave Alfred much time to speak, till Mrs. King, seeing the groom from the Park coming with the letter-bag through the rain, asked Mr. Cope to excuse her, and went down-stairs.

      ‘Well, Alfred, I think you are a lucky boy,’ he said.  ‘I was comparing you with a lad I once knew of, who got his spine injured, and is laid up in a little narrow garret, in a back street, with no one to speak to all day.  I don’t know what he would not give for a sister, and a window like this, and a Miss Jane.’

      Alfred smiled, and said, ‘Please, Sir, how old is he?’

      ‘About sixteen; a nice stout lad he was, as ever I knew, till his accident; I often used to meet him going about with his master, and thought it was a pleasure to meet such a good-humoured face.’

      Alfred ventured to ask his trade, and was told he was being brought up to wait on his father, who was a bricklayer, but that a ladder had fallen with him as he was going up with a heavy load, and he had been taken at once to the hospital.  The house on which he was employed belonged to a friend of Mr. Cope, and all in the power of this gentleman had been done for him, but that was not much, for it was one of the families that no one can serve; the father drank, and the mother was forced to be out charing all day, and was so rough a woman, that she could hardly be much comfort to poor Jem when she was at home.

      Alfred was quite taken up with the history by this time, and kept looking at Mr. Cope, as if he would eat it up with his eager eyes.  Ellen asked compassionately who did for the poor boy all day.

      ‘His mother runs in at dinner-time, if she is not at work too far off, and he has a jug of water and a bit of bread where he can reach them; the door is open generally, so that he can call to some of the other lodgers, but though the house is as full as a bee-hive, often nobody hears him.  I believe his great friend is a little school-girl, who comes and sits by him, and reads to him if she can; but she is generally at school, or else minding the children.’

      ‘It must be very lonely,’ said Alfred, perceiving for the first time that there could be people worse off than himself; ‘but has he no books to read?’

      ‘He was so irregularly sent to school, that he could not read to himself, even if his corner were not so dark, and the window so dingy.  My friend gave him a Bible, but he could not get on with it; and his mother, I am sorry to say, pawned it.’

      Ellen and Alfred both cried out as if they had never heard of anything so shocking.

      ‘It was grievous,’ said Mr. Cope; ‘but the poor things did not know the value, and when there was scarcely a morsel of bread in the house, there was cause enough for not judging them hardly, but I don’t think Jem would allow it now.  He got some of his little friend’s easy Scripture lessons and the like, in large print, which he croons over as he lies there alone, till one feels sure that they are working into his heart.  The people in the house say that though he has been ill these three years, he has never spoken an ill-tempered word; and if any one pities him, he answers, “It is the Lord,” and seems to wish for no change.  He lies there between dozing and dreaming and praying, and always seems content.’

      ‘Does he think he shall get well?’ said Alfred, who had been listening earnestly.

      ‘Oh no; there is no chance of that; it is an injury past cure.  But I suppose that while he bears the Will of God so patiently here, his Heavenly Father makes it up to him in peacefulness of heart now, and the hope of what is to come hereafter.’

      Alfred made no answer, but his eyes shewed that he was thinking; and Mr. Cope rose, and looked out of window, as a gleam of sunshine, while the dark cloud lifted up from the north-west, made the trees and fields glow with intense green against the deep grey of the sky, darker than ever from the contrast.  Ellen stood up, and Alfred exclaimed, ‘Oh Sir, please come again soon!’

      ‘Very soon,’ said Mr. Cope good-humouredly; ‘but you’ve not got rid of me yet, the rain is pretty hard still, and I see the beggarmen dancing all down the garden-walk.’

      Alfred and Ellen smiled to hear their mother’s old word for the drops splashing up again; and Mr. Cope went on:

      ‘The garden looks very much refreshed by this beautiful shower.  It is in fine order.  Is it the other monarch’s charge?’

      ‘Harold’s, Sir,’ said Ellen.  ‘Yes, he takes a great pride in it, and so did Alfred when he was well.’

      ‘Ah, I dare say; and it must be pleasant to you to see your brother working in it now.  I see him under that shed, and who is that lad with him?  They seem to have some good joke together.’

      ‘Oh,’ said Ellen, ‘Harold likes company, you see, Sir, and will take up with anybody.  I wish you could be so good as to speak to him, Sir, for lads of that age don’t mind women folk, you see, Sir.’

      ‘What?  I hope his majesty does not like bad company?’ said Mr. Cope, not at all that he thought lightly of such an evil, but it was his way to speak in that droll manner, especially as Ellen’s voice was a little bit peevish.

      ‘Nobody knows no harm of the chap,’ said Alfred, provoked at Ellen for what he thought unkindness in setting the clergyman at once on his brother; but Ellen was the more displeased, and exclaimed:

      ‘Nor nobody knows no good.  He’s a young tramper that hired with Farmer Shepherd yesterday, a regular runaway and reprobate, just out of prison, most likely.’

      ‘Well, I hope not so bad as that,’ said Mr. Cope, ‘he’s not a bad-looking boy; but I dare say you are anxious about your brother.  It must be dull for him, to have his companion laid up;—and by the looks of him, I dare say his spirits are sometimes too much for you,’ he added, turning to Alfred.

      ‘He does make a terrible racket sometimes,’ said Alfred.

      ‘Ay, and I dare say you will try to bear with it, and not drive him out to seek dangerous company,’ said Mr. Cope; at which Alfred blushed a little, as he remembered the morning, and that he had never thought of this danger.

      Mr. Cope added, ‘I think I shall go and talk to those two merry fellows; I must not tire you, my lad, but I will soon come here again;’ and he took leave.

      Heartily did Ellen exclaim, ‘Well, that is a nice gentleman!’ and as heartily did Alfred reply.  He felt as if a new light had come in on his life, and Mr. Cope had not said one word about patience.

      Ellen expected Mr. Cope to come back and warn her mother against Paul Blackthorn, but she only saw him stand talking to the two lads till he made them both grin again, and then as the rain was over, he walked away; Paul went back to his turnips, and Harold came thundering up-stairs in his great shoes.  Alfred was cheerful, and did not mind him now; but Ellen did, and scolded him for the quantity of dirt he was bringing up with him from the moist garden, which was all one steam of sweet smells, as the sun drew up the vapour after the rain.

      ‘If you were coming in, you’d better have come out of the rain, not stood idling there with that good-for-nothing lad.  The new minister said he would be after you if you were taking up with bad company.’

      ‘Who told you I was with bad company?’ said Harold.

      ‘Why, I could see it!  I hope he rebuked you both.’

      ‘He asked us if we could play at cricket—and he asked the pony’s name,’ said Harold, ‘if that’s what you call rebuking us!’

      ‘And what did he say to that boy?’

      ‘Oh! he told him he heard he was a

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