kind to me when my own father and mother were dead. The first thing I can remember is being carried by you to the Mangoe tope near my mamma's house at Patna. Nobody loved me then but you: and could I go to heaven, and leave you behind me in the way to hell? I could not bear to think of it! Thank God! thank God! I knew he would hear my prayer: but I thought that perhaps you would not begin to become a Christian till I was gone. When I am dead, Boosy," added the little boy, "do you go to
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