Father, you can stoop to lies an' falsity--that I could not do; but no matther; you wor wanst a good man, maybe.

Am I right ?" The Prophet turned round, and fixing his eyes upon his daughter, they stood each gazing upon the other for some time.

He then looked for a moment into the ground, after which he sat down upon a stool, and covering his face with both his hands, remained in that position for two or three minutes.
"Am I right, father ?" she repeated.
He raised his eyes, and looking upon her with his usual composure, replied-- "No--you are wrong--you are very wrong.

When I was a light-hearted, affectionate boy, playing with my brothers and sisters, I was a villain.
When I grew into youth, Sarah, an' thought every one full of honesty an' truth, an' the world all kindness, an' nothin' about me but goodness, an' generosity, an' affection, I was, of coorse, a villain.

When I loved the risin' sun--when I looked upon the stars of heaven with a wonderin' and happy heart--when the dawn of mornin' and the last light of the summer evening filled me with joy, and made me love every one and everything about me--the trees, the runnin' rivers, the green fields, and all that God--ha, what am I sayin' ?--I was a villain.