CHARLES.
Except an extraordinary flash, it has much the same effect as when you look at the sun, the sight is immediately dimmed.
EDWARD.
Do not go home, how can you be so foolish?
CHARLES.
Though I do not fear the storm myself, I would not be so ill-natured as to oblige Emilia to stand trembling here. I would avoid, without despising her weakness. It is weak to be afraid, but impious to mock the storm.
We then hastened home; and soon after the sky cleared up, and I quickly saw that the thunder had been of use; the air was cool, and every herb and flower revived, the garden was more fragrant than usual.
I thank you, dear mother, for the money you have sent me. You say it is little, but I think it much. My thanks are due to you, for I am certain you scarcely allow yourself necessaries, to enable me to appear properly in this family; I feel your goodness, and will do my utmost to improve by the opportunity, and always remember the sacrifice my mother has made, and the affection she has ever shewn me. Dr. Bartlett frequently mentions this circumstance, when we are alone; but my memory does not need refreshing—I love my mother, and long to tell her that I am her grateful and dutiful son.
WILLIAM.