"Mine was an unprompted suggestion, about as wise, I perceive, as my remarks usually are.

I am a sad blunderer.

May heaven pardon the pain I have caused, for the sake of my pure intentions.

I do not believe it possible for a designing thought to enter your mind, or a feeling to find admittance into your heart, that angels might not cherish.

But you are so young and inexperienced, so unsuspecting and confiding;--but no matter, God bless you, and keep you forever under his most holy guardianship!" Wringing my hand so hard that it ached long afterwards, he turned away, and descended the steps more rapidly than he had ever done before.