[He kisses the children, who exclaim, Brother, brother!
Mrs. Bland.
No, my brave boy! I oft have fear'd, but never
Sorrow'd for thee.
Bland.
High praise!—Then bless me, Madam;
For I have pass'd through many a bustling scene
Since I have seen a father or a mother.
Mrs. Bland.
Bless thee, my boy! O bless him, bless him, Heaven!
Render him worthy to support these babes!
So soon, perhaps, all fatherless—dependent.—
Bland.
What mean'st thou, madam? Why these tears?
Mrs. Bland.