Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1799. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER VI. EARLY in the morning, every oner was in motion in the Curate's house, and so full of spirits that Charles could not remain in bed, though he wished to have slept an hour or two longer, because he still felt weary after his long walk. He was a child accustomed to neatness and order, so he washed his face, cleaned his teeth, and combed his hair before he left his room. He then-came down stairs, and found them all dressed' in the most decent manner, ready to-join in a short prayer, . which the Curtate addresied to their heavenly Father; thanking him for the protection he had afforded them while-they slept, and entreating him to grant themfood the ensuing day and sense to dotheir duty. They then all ran on the D 6 common. f common before the door till breakfast? was ready, and returned with an appetite toeat their bread nd milk. George left some milk in his bason and broke part of his bread into it; whs Charles enquired what he was goir to do' with it, he said, I am going to carry it to my dog Pompey, for the poor fellow has not had any breakfast yet. Then be took the milk to his little playful puppy; but they soon heard him. ery bitterly, and all the family ran out toiee what was the matter with him. There stood poor George, . dissolved in tears; They asked him what had happened?. Oh, answered he, my dogy my little dog, my good dog! Pompey is dead They furrounded him, and joined in the lamentations. There lay the poor dog George had been so fond of, that he alwaysdivided his meals meals with him; and no one could guess how he had been so suddenly deprived of Rfe, till Charles saw some blood on his forehead, which led them to suppose that he had received an unlucky kick from an. unruly horse. The Curate spoke tenderly to him, and- skid, . I pity ..."
