He seemed much overcome, when I
softly entered the room, and extending my hand, enquired how he found
himself. "I am very weak," he replied, "and feel that I have but a short
time to live. I have felt very anxious to see you, and I feared you
would not arrive in time to see me alive. I hope you will forgive my
unkindness and harshness to you when a boy. I did not then know that I
was so unkind, but it has come back to me since. At that time my whole
desire and aim was to accumulate riches, and it was that which caused me
to be harsh and unfeeling. I _have_ become rich, but riches will avail
me but little, as I stand upon the brink of eternity, and the way looks
dark before me, but it will afford me some comfort to hear you say you
forgive me, before I die." I took his hand within my own, as I said:
"Any resentment I may once have cherished toward you, Mr. Judson, has
long since passed away. I was but a boy when I resided with you, and
very likely at times taxed your patience severely, and you have my
entire forgiveness for any harshness I may ever have experienced at your
hands.
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