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hereafter,⁠—he would thank him again and again,⁠—he told him, he was within a few hours of giving his enemies the slip forever.⁠—I hope not, answered Eugenius , with tears trickling down his cheeks, and with the tenderest tone that ever man spoke.⁠—I hope not, Yorick , said he.⁠⸺⁠ Yorick replied, with a look up, and a gentle squeeze of Eugenius’s hand, and that was all,⁠—but it cut Eugenius to his heart,⁠—Come⁠—come, Yorick , quoth Eugenius , wiping his eyes, and summoning up the man within him,⁠—my dear lad, be comforted,⁠—let not all thy spirits and fortitude forsake thee at this crisis when thou most wants them;⁠⸺⁠who knows what resources are in store, and what the power of God may yet do for thee?⁠⸺⁠ Yorick laid his hand upon his heart, and gently shook his head;⁠—For my part, continued Eugenius , crying bitterly as he uttered the words,⁠—I declare I know not, Yorick , how to part with thee, and would gladly flatter my hopes, added Eugenius , cheering up his voice, that there is still enough left of thee to make a bishop, and that I may live to see it.⁠⸺⁠I beseech thee, Eugenius , quoth Yorick , taking off his nightcap as well as he could with his left