There is that in
her which is pure, that which is noble. The rich and high that walk this
earth with lofty eyelids might exchange with her."
The German here got up to bring a coal for Bonaparte's pipe, and they sat
together talking for a while. At length Bonaparte knocked the ashes out of
his pipe.
"It is time that I took my departure, dear friend," he said; "but, before I
do so, shall we not close this evening of sweet communion and brotherly
intercourse by a few words of prayer? Oh, how good and how pleasant a
thing it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! It is like the dew
upon the mountains of Hermon; for there the Lord bestowed a blessing, even
life for evermore."
"Stay and drink some coffee," said the German.
"No, thank you, my friend; I have business that must be done tonight," said
Bonaparte. "Your dear son appears to have gone to sleep. He is going to
take the wagon to the mill tomorrow! What a little man he is."
"A fine boy."
But though the boy nodded before the fire he was not asleep; and they all
knelt down to pray.
When they rose from their knees Bonaparte extended his hand to Waldo, and
patted him on the head.
"Good night, my lad," said he. "As you go to the mill tomorrow, we shall
not see you for some days. Good night! Good-bye! The Lord bless and
guide you; and may He bring you back to us in safety and find us all as you
have left us!" He laid some emphasis on the last words.
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