My father preached from the text, "Be sure your sin shall find you out".

I thought with myself that he had found out my sin, and was preparing to punish me for it, and I was filled with terror as well as dismay.

I could scarcely keep my seat, so wretched was I.But when after many instances in which punishment had come upon evil-doers when they least expected it, and in spite of every precaution to fortify themselves against it, he proceeded to say that a man's sin might find him out long before the punishment of it overtook him, and drew a picture of the misery of the wicked man who fled when none pursued him, and trembled at the rustling of a leaf, then I was certain that he knew what I had done, or had seen through my face into my conscience.

When at last we went home, I kept waiting the whole of the day for the storm to break, expecting every moment to be called to his study.

I did not enjoy a mouthful of my food, for I felt his eyes upon me, and they tortured me.