Do not let us be too solicitous about our own safety; do you not see a fellow-creature dying near you: and can you think of the trifling inconveniences we may be exposed to?—God is with us.
He uttered this in a solemn tone of voice, and then looking at me with tenderness, entreated me to be calm. Picture to yourself now your friend Charles, without his coat, upon one knee, holding his right arm under Harry’s head, and with his left softly rubbing his temples: and every now and then he turned his eyes to heaven, and I saw the tears streaming down his cheeks.
EMILIA.
You sigh and weep in such a manner, Charles—is Harry dead?
CHARLES.
No, Emilia, he is yet living—perhaps he might yet be restored, could I obtain any help. God be merciful, said he, I cannot afford him any assistance—what shall I do?
EMILIA.
Since you are not able to afford him any assistance, had we not better——
CHARLES.
No, we must not go and leave a man to his fate who is insensible: he would not have served us so: misfortunes level all imaginary distinctions in life: he would have ventured his life for us; we must do as we would be done by. How attentive was he to me in my last illness!