Injustice has always exasperated him.

And little by little the desire for universal happiness has cast him out of the realities of life which he has ended by holding in horror.

So how can he do otherwise than live in a dream--a dream of redemption, which, from circumstances, has turned to fire and murder as its fitting instruments.

As I looked at him standing there, I fancied I could picture one of the first Christian slaves of ancient Rome.

All the iniquity of olden pagan society, agonising beneath the rottenness born of debauchery and covetousness, was weighing on his shoulders, bearing him down.