Three years and three months, you know, is a long time. You proceed to
Bartram-Haugh, thinking you have much goods laid up for many years; but
your Creator, you know, may say, "Thou fool, this day is thy soul required
of thee." You go--and what pray is thought of your uncle, Mr. Silas Ruthyn,
who walks in for the entire inheritance, and who has long been abused like
a pickpocket, or worse, in his own county, I'm told?'
'You are a religious man, Doctor Bryerly, according to your lights?' I
said.
The Swedenborgian smiled.
'Well, knowing that he is so too, and having yourself experienced the power
of religion, do not you think him deserving of every confidence? Don't you
think it well that he should have this opportunity of exhibiting both his
own character and the reliance which my dear papa reposed on it, and that
we should leave all consequences and contingencies in the hands of Heaven?'
'It appears to have been the will of Heaven hitherto,' said Doctor
Bryerly--I could not see with what expression of face, but he was looking
down, and drawing little diagrams with his stick on the dark carpet, and
spoke in a very low tone--'that your uncle should suffer under this ill
report.
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