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    Ch. 21 - Father and Child - Page 2

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    perished with the first feeble
    victims of starvation, had he not been met, during his solitary
    wanderings, by some of the members of the congregation whom his piety
    and eloquence had collected in former days.

    By these persons, who entreaties that he would suspend his hopeless
    search he always answered with the same firm and patient denial, his
    course was carefully watched and his wants anxiously provided for. Out
    of every supply of food which they were enabled to collect, his share
    was invariably carried to his abode. They remembered their teacher in
    the hour of his dejection, as they had formerly reverenced him in the
    day of his vigour; they toiled to preserve his life as anxiously as they
    had laboured to profit by his instructions; they listened as his
    disciples once, they served him as his children now.

    But over these, as over all other offices of human kindness, the famine
    was destined gradually and surely to prevail. The provision of food
    garnered up by the congregation ominously lessened with each succeeding
    day. When the pestilence began darkly to appear, the numbers of those
    who sought their afflicted teacher at his abode, or followed him through
    the dreary streets, fatally decreased.

    Then, as the nourishment which had supported, and the vigilance which
    had watched him, thus diminished, so did the hard-tasked energies of the
    unhappy father fail him faster and faster. Each morning as he arose,
    his steps were more feeble, his heart grew heavier within him, his
    wanderings through the city were less and less resolute and prolonged.
    At length his powers totally deserted him; the last-left members of his
    congregation, as they approached his abode with the last-left provision
    of food which they possessed, found him prostrate with exhaustion at his
    garden gate. They bore him to his couch, placed their charitable
    offering by his side, and leaving one of their number to protect him
    from the robber and the assassin, they quitted the house in despair.

    For some days the guardian remained faithful to his post, until his
    sufferings from lack of food overpowered his vigilance. Dreading that,
    in his extremity, he might be tempted to take from the old man's small
    store of provision what little remained, he fled from the house, to seek

    sustenance, however loathsome, in the public streets; and thenceforth
    Numerian was left defenceless in his solitary abode.

    He was first beheld on the scenes which these pages present, a man of
    austere purpose, of unwearied energy; a valiant reformer, who defied all
    difficulties that beset him in his progress; a triumphant teacher,
    leading at his will whoever listened to his words; a father, proudly
    contemplating the future position which he destined for his child. Far
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