He remembered how patiently she had borne with him; how uncomplainingly she had met and struggled with her hard lot; how many times she had tried to smile upon him, even through tears that could not be restrained.

Never was he met, on his return home, with coldness or neglect.

Wife and children all sought his comfort; yet he cared nothing for them, and even filled their paths through life with thorns.

And his boy, Henry, whom he had just repulsed in so cruel a manner, to his labour was he indebted, mainly, for the food that was daily set before him.

How this thought smote him! How it filled his heart with shame and repentance! Musing thus, the unhappy man remained, until, gradually, his thoughts became confused.