“Foy Cometh tn the Morning.” 135

 

tocastallmycare. “ Undertake for me,” I prayed ;
“shew me some way to get an honest living; and
be Thou my Guide and my Father, for I have none
but Thee.”

One day, as I was leaning back in my chair, tired
with the exertion of getting up, Tommy came in.
This was no new thing, for Tommy was in and out
perpetually. He brought me acup of milk from
Mrs. Williams, the farmer’s wife, and some budrum
made by his grandmother.

“ How kind everybody is!” saidI. “TI shall have
to go and thank them all as soon as I am strong
enough,”

“ Oh, if you hadn’t been ill, you'd a had to go and
give evidence afore the magistrates, like I did,”
returned Tommy. Good Tommy! that piece of
news must have burnt his tongue many a time, but
he never even hinted at it until the doctor gave him
leave to speak. Now, however, he made up for his
long silence by a full account of all he had said and
done. I listened breathlessly for any mention of
my father, and at last asked whether anyone I knew
had fallen under suspicion.

“Well, those men did that took theirselves off on
a sudden, in course ; they'd ha’ suspected me, if I’d
done the same,” said Tommy. “ Not your father;
I took care o’ that, lad. Oh! and did you hear as