If you did fulfill the menace you uttered just now, there would come times as you grew older, and life grew fainter and fainter before you--quiet times of thought, when you remembered the days of your youth, and the friends you then had and knew;--you would recollect that one of them had left an only son, who had done wrong--who had sinned--sinned against you in his weakness--and you would think then--you could not help it--how you had forgotten mercy in justice--and, as justice required he should be treated as a felon, you threw him among felons--where every glimmering of goodness was darkened for ever.

Edward is, after all, more weak than wicked;--but he will become wicked if you put him in prison, and have him transported.

God is merciful--we cannot tell or think how merciful.

Oh, sir, I am so sure you will be merciful, and give my brother--my poor sinning brother--a chance, that I will tell you all.

I will throw myself upon your pity.