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all men ? ' ' Sartainly.' ' Have you forgiven your 

 enemies ? ' ' Sartainly.' ' Then, Harry, you must 

 do still more than that you must pray for them.' 

 Here the dying man, who was breathing heavily, grew 

 uneasy and perplexed. ' What, pray for Jack Tod 

 him as lamed my dog ? ' he feebly inquired. ' Yes,' 

 went on the good priest, ' you must pray even for 

 John.' Harry was growing weaker every moment. 

 It was some time before he replied, but when he did 

 it was with unexpected energy. ' I pray, then,' he 



cried, ' that the may go to hell.' And with that 



he turned his face to the wall, nor spoke again till he 

 died. 



Very different from this was the departure of old 

 Isaac Hall. He was taken with heart disease, that 

 gradually reduced his strength, and as he grew weaker 

 and weaker it happened that I was nearly the only 

 person he would see. Going back and forward to the 

 old place, I had got into the habit of carrying snuff 

 or tobacco to him, and sitting on his old broken three- 

 legged table and listening to his yarns about old 

 things and old ways. It was a difficult matter to get 

 him to see the doctor, who, as it chanced, was a com- 

 panion of mine, and on no account whatever would 

 he take to bed. As to parsons, he never had admitted 

 one to his presence, except the afore-mentioned curate, 

 and he having left the district the old pagan would 

 suffer no other to make his acquaintance. On the 

 last morning of his life I went down to the cottage 



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