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214 Went up to London, found a Master there,

Who out of many chose the trusty Boy

To go and overlook his merchandise

Beyond the seas, where he grew wond'rous rich,

And left estates and monies to the poor,

And at his birth-place built a Chapel, floor'd

With Marble, which he sent from foreign lands.

These thoughts, and many others of like sort,

Pass'd quickly thro' the mind of Isabel,

And her face brighten'd. The Old Man was glad,

And thus resum'd. "Well! Isabel, this scheme

These two days has been meat and drink to me.

Far more than we have lost is left us yet.

—We have enough—I wish indeed that I

Were younger, but this hope is a good hope.

—Make ready Luke's best garments, of the best

Buy for him more, and let us send him forth

To-morrow, or the next day, or to-night:

—If he could go, the Boy should go to-night."