 I will find some way to have you reimbursed. In short,
Hammel,
I can't think of parting with you, if my Fortune may serve for a sufficient Cement. I will pay you two hundred Guineas yearly, while you stay with me; and I will settle on you, one thousand Pounds, in case of my Mortality, to put you into some little Station of Independence.
Sir, Sir, cried
Clement,
hesitatingly, you oppress me, you --Hush, hush, said Mr.
Fenton,
putting his Hand to his Mouth, no Compliments, my dear Friend. It is not your Thanks but your Services that I want; and you may readily make them more than an Equivalent to such Matters. I value the Instilling of a single Principle of Goodness or Honour, into the Mind of my dear
Harry,
beyond all the Wealth that the Indies can remit. Ah,
Hammel,
why wasn't that Brat of yours a Girl, instead of a Boy? She might one Day have been the Wife of my precious
Harry;
and I should then have had some of the Breed of this wonderful
Arabella.
But,
Hammy,
continued Mr.
Fenton,
I would not have you, through any Zeal, or Attachment to me, think of pushing my Boy into Learning or the Languages, beyond his own Pleasure. Neither would I have you oppress or perplex his infant Mind, with the deep or mysterious Parts of our holy Religion. First, be it your Care to instruct him in Morality; and let the Law precede the Gospel, for such was the Education which God appointed for the World. Give him, by familiar and historical Instances, an early Impression of the shortness of human Life, and of the Nature of the World in which he is placed. Let him learn, from this Day forward, to distinguish between natural and imaginary Wants; and, that nothing is estimable or ought to be desirable, but so far as it is necessary, or useful to Man. Instruct my Darling, daily and hourly, if possible, in a Preference of Manners and Things that bear an intrinsic Value, to those that receive their Value and Currency from the arbitrary and fickle Stamp of Fashion. Shew him also, my
Hammel,
that the same Toils and Sufferings; the same Poverty and Pain, from which People now fly as they would from a Plague, were once the Desire of Heroes and the Fashion of Nations. And, that Thousands of Patriots, of Captains, and Philosophers, through a Love of their Country, or of Glory, of
