If all my friends were like you, I should never get into these troubles." "Nay, Eric," said Russell, "you may be far better than I.You have far batter gifts, if you will only do yourself justice." They parted by Mr.Williams' door, and Russell walked home sad and thoughtful; but Eric, barely answering his brother's greeting, rushed up to his room, and, flinging himself on his bed, sobbed like a child at the remembrance of his disgrace.

They were not refreshing tears; he felt something hard at his heart, and, as he prayed neither for help nor forgiveness, it was pride and rebellion, not penitence, that made him miserable..