human
Stay a moment, I said.
gpt
It is cruel to intrude upon a dying man. That voice sounds very differently now.
human
Pooh! that is the old preacher's voice, said Mr. Wheatley, pushing the door partly open. But he paused immediately; for the scene within had a simple solemnity in it which affected even him. There lay old William Thornton, stretched upon a faded bed, with his head turned partly away from us, but with the long, whitish hair, uncombed and rough, scattered on the pillow. Kneeling at the other side of the bed was the good old man, Uncle Jack. A book was open before him, and he was reading aloud that sublime chapter in the Gospel wherein the Saviour teaches his disciples how to pray. His voice was fine, and, notwithstanding his great age, unbroken; and there was a peculiar tone of loving confidence in it as he read the only perfect prayer, that was very touching. He laid particular emphasis on the words,--
gpt
Well, it is very fine; I always thought so; yet I don't half understand it, old man. Let us hear what you make of it.
human
I doubt, master, that I am competent to make much of it, where you, so much better taught, do not understand it,
gpt
I don't know, said the dying man.
human
You have thought of nothing but such things, and I have thought of them too little, perhaps.
gpt
Well, I will try, said the negro.
human
You see, sir, there is no piece of writing that I know of in which every word has so much meaning. It first begins by teaching us what God is.
gpt
I don't see that, said Mr. Thornton.
human
But go on--go on.