But cannot you bravely face these evils, and learn their nature and causes; and then has God given you no powers to apply to the discovery of their remedy?
Dear Frank, think! It may be very little you can do--and you may never see the effect of it, any more than the widow saw the world-wide effect of her mite.

Then if all the good and thoughtful men run away from us to some new country, what are we to do with our poor dear Old England ?" "Oh, you must run away with the good, thoughtful men--( I mean to consider that as a compliment to myself, Maggie!) Will you let me wish I had been born poor, if I am to stay in England?
I should not then be liable to this fault into which I see the rich men fall, of forgetting the trials of the poor." "I am not sure whether, if you had been poor, you might not have fallen into an exactly parallel fault, and forgotten the trials of the rich.

It is so difficult to understand the errors into which their position makes all men liable to fall.

Do you remember a story in 'Evenings at Home,' called the Transmigrations of Indra?
Well! when I was a child, I used to wish I might be transmigrated (is that the right word ?) into an American slave-owner for a little while, just that I might understand how he must suffer, and be sorely puzzled, and pray and long to be freed from his odious wealth, till at last he grew hardened to its nature;--and since then, I have wished to be the Emperor of Russia, for the same reason.

Ah! you may laugh; but that is only because I have not explained myself properly." "I was only smiling to think how ambitious any one might suppose you were who did not know you." "I don't see any ambition in it--I don't think of the station--I only want sorely to see the 'What's resisted' of Burns, in order that I may have more charity for those who seem to me to have been the cause of such infinite woe and misery." "'What's done we partly may compute; But know not what's resisted,'" repeated Frank musingly.