His wife, who had always been more devoted to her children than her husband, pined, and died also.

Her money went, if not with her, yet away from him.

His spirits began to fail him, and his small, puny, peaking daughter did not comfort him much.

He was capable of true, but not yet of pure love; at present his love was capricious.
Little Dora--a small Dorothy indeed in his estimation--had always been a better child than either of her brothers, but he loved them the more that others admired them, and her the less that others pitied her: he did try to love her, for there was a large element of justice in his nature.

This, but for his being so much occupied with _making himself acceptable_ to his congregation, would have given him a leadership in the rising rebellion against a theology which crushed the hearts of men by attributing injustice to their God.