Wilton, Mark, and Flora regarded him with breathless attention.
For a minute or so a profound silence reigned, broken only by the heavy inspirations of Nathan Gomer.
CHAPTER XVI.—THE FLOWER OF THE FLOCK.
And from the prayer of Want, and plaint of Woe,
Oh! never, never turn away thine ear!
Forlorn is this bleak wilderness below
Oh! what were man, should Heaven refuse to hear?
To others do (the law is not severe)