his poor fellow, who gained his bread by dint of hard
labor, having a fortune within his grasp, which he conscientiously could
have called his own, had not disturbed a farthing thereof?--choosing
rather to reap the fruits of his own industry, treasuring this rich
legacy, as sacred to the memory of a friend.
Is there indeed such honor to be found in the breast of fallen man? Aye,
't is the heart of the noble sailor that beats with a heroism like this!
To him who goeth down to the great waters in ships, such honor is due!
"And you have had this in your possession for more than twenty years,"
said Mr. Alboni, "and yet have never helped yourself to a cent of that
which was rightly your own? Pray tell me, how would you have disposed of
this wealth at last, had you never heard of an heiress to the estate?"
"D' ye see, sir, I haven't travelled this world over so many times,
without making a beacon light occasionally. Now there's a difference in
light-houses, yer honor. There's the revolving light, and many other
kinds of light, but the brightest of all is that steady light which
shines into the darkness of the poor sailor's soul. I first made that
light, sir, at the Seamen's Home, in New York, and it was there I made
up my mind that I would lend this money to the Lord, for I was convinced
that that would be the most profitable investment; and I've been
thinking of it more and more, for these last few days, if I hadn't
better settle this on the Home, for you know these iron frames will give
out after a while; men don't live to see nine hundred years nowadays,
though I'm named after the strongest fellow that ever handled
a harpoon."
Mr. Alboni read the document to his grand-daughter, the effect of which
was, that certain sums of specie, deposited in the bank of ----, by the
Honorable Paul Sunderland, could by the bearer of this instrument, be
withdrawn at sight.
Sampson's tongue was still flying with rapidity, as if his auditors had
not been void of a number, while Mr. Alboni and Natalie were holding a
consultation aside.
"You are right, my child; you will never miss this from the wealth,
which I thank God I have it in my power to place in your hands. Let it
be as you say,--divide this sum between your protectors."
"I thank you, my dear, generous father," said Natalie, imprinting a kiss
upon the cheek of her relative; "you have made me happy. I will send
this most acceptable gift to my dear mother, not paining her
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