His age, and his talents, and his--his consciousness of them," said Frank, using the mildest term he could find, "would prevent so insignificant a person as me having any influence.

But what I cannot do, God's grace may." "Can it change a man's character, Mr.Headley?
It may make good men better--but can it cure temper ?" "Major Campbell must have told you that it can do anything." "Ah, yes: with men as wise, and strong, and noble as he is; but with such a weak, vain man--" "Miss St.Just, I know one who is neither wise, nor strong, nor noble: but as weak and vain as any man; in whom God has conquered--as He may conquer yet in Mr.Vavasour--all which makes man cling to life." "What all ?" asked she, suspecting, and not wrongly, that he spoke of himself.
"All, I suppose, which it is good for them to have crushed.

There are feelings which last on, in spite of all struggles to quench them--I suppose, because they ought to last; because, while they torture, they still ennoble.

Death will quench them: or if not, satisfy them: or if not, set them at rest somehow." "Death ?" answered she, in a startled tone.
"Yes.

Our friend, Major Campbell's friend, Death.