I cannot do it, though He, the merciful, who dying forgave his enemies, commands me to do so." "Geoffrey," said Harrison, soothingly, "you can never recover your health, or feel happy till you can accomplish this great moral victory over sin and self." "I cannot do it!" I responded, turning from him, and burying my face in the bed-clothes while I hardened my heart against conviction.

"No, not if I perish for refusing.

I feel as if I were already with the condemned." "No wonder," returned Harrison, sternly.

"Hatred and its concomitant passion, Revenge, are feelings worthy of the damned.

I beseech you, Geoffrey, by the dying prayer of that blessed Saviour, whom you profess to believe, try to rise superior to these soul-debasing passions; and not only forgive, but learn to pity, the authors of your sufferings." "I have done my best.