He had had his great crisis, and his wounded soul rested for a moment ere he ventured out upon the highways again.

He knew not how it was, but there had passed into him the dignity of sorrow and the joy of deliverance at the same time.

He saw life's responsibilities clearer, duties swam grandly before him.

It was a large dream, in which, for the time, he was not conscious of those troubles which, yesterday, had clenched his hands and knotted his forehead.
He had come a step higher in the way of life, and into his spirit had flowed a new and sobered power.

His heart was sore, but his mind was lifted up.