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"Yes; but it is not for me," rejoined the unhappy man. "I have several times lately tried to pray, but it seems like mockery. The recollection of a thousand sins flashes across my mind, and a thousand voices seem to ring in my ears, saying that there is no hope !—no hope,” he repeated in a hollow voice, grasping with a spasmodic clutch the back of a chair, "for those who have sinned like me."

Herbert allowed him to become somewhat composed before he spoke to him again. Then, laying his hand gently on his arm, he said impressively, “Do you not know that Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners?—so that the very fact of your being a sinner, instead of rendering you hopeless, should of itself satisfy you that there is pardon even for you. Jesus said, 'There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons which need no repentance.' Will not this satisfy you?


The man shook his head; but Herbert was well pleased to observe that the expression of his face betokened now rather thought than despair, and after offering up a brief prayer, he left him to his own reflections.

When he next saw him, his countenance was again overcast with a black cloud of hopeless misery, for Mrs. Gordon's remains had been just consigned to the grave, and while taking part in the melancholy ceremonial, the poor man could not restrain himself from giving vent to the most bitter lamentations and self-upbraidings.

"Well, sir," he said gloomily, accosting Herbert as he saw him entering the cottage, "I thought over all you told me, but it was exactly as I feared. I can get neither comfort nor hope; for whichever way I turn I see nothing but impenetrable darkness."

"That is a sad condition to be in," replied Herbert.


"It is; but after all, what else can I expect?" returned the man, in a tone of utter dejection. "It almost seems," he went on, dropping his voice to a low, intensified whisper, as if the gnawings of remorse which I now feel must bear some resemblance to the torments of the lost in hell."

"There is one stupendous difference," observed Herbert, gravely, "between your condition and theirs-they are beyond the reach of mercy, without the privilege of prayer, uninfluenced and unblessed by hope."

"I have no hope," he answered bitterly.

"I am sorry for it," rejoined Herbert, quietly; "but I am bound to tell you it is entirely your own fault. God's declaration is plain enough-Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool;' but as, by refusing His offered mercy, you tacitly deny either His willingness or power to perform what He has promised, you must of course abide the consequences."

"I deny God's power!" exclaimed James Gordon, aghast at the implied reproach; "no, no, sir; never, even amidst my blackest crimes, did I presume to go so far as that. I believe that He has absolute power both in heaven and on earth.”

"Is your mind firmly made up on that point?" asked Herbert, glad to have at length roused him from the state of apathetic despair in which he found him.


Certainly," was the unhesitating reply.

"Then it follows that God could save you?"

"Doubtless He could do so," returned the other, slowly and anxiously, "if such was His will."


And what is His will concerning you?" asked Herbert, gravely. The man fixed his eyes intently on him, as if eager for him to say more; and he continued, taking his little Bible from his pocket, and opening it," Here is the answer, clear, convincing, unalterable: 'The Lord is not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance; and, again, He will have all men to be saved, and to come unto the knowledge of the truth. For there is one God, and one mediator between God and man, the man Christ Jesus, who gave Himself a ransom for all."


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James Gordon clasped his hands together, and looked quickly up at Herbert as if he would have spoken; but, checking himself, he resolutely closed his lips, and waited to hear what would come next.

"A leper once came to Jesus, and said, 'Lord, if Thou wilt, Thou canst make me clean. And Jesus put forth His hand, and touched him, saying, I will be thou clean; and immediately the leprosy departed from him.''

He said no more; but rising from his seat, put some tracts which he had brought with him for the purpose into James Gordon's hands, and with a grave inclination of the head, took his departure, trusting that the impression which had been made upon the poor man's heart might be deepened and increased, until he too should hear the words, "I will be thou clean," spoken to his sorrowful, sin-stained soul, by the Great Physician, and be enabled to go on his way rejoicing.

Nor was this hope disappointed; for, as Herbert was passing the widow's cottage a day or two afterwards, he was accosted by her sister, who had noticed his approach from the window, and hurried to meet him.

"Will you come in for a minute or two, sir?" she asked in a tone of unusual excitement. "James is very anxious to see you.'

She opened the door of the little sitting-room as she put the question; and before Herbert was able to make any inquiry regarding her nephew's frame of mind, he found himself in his presence.

But how can I describe the happy change which had been effected in his appearance since last Herbert saw him, or how express the latter's delight when, springing up and advancing impulsively towards him, he exclaimed, in accents of the deepest gratitude and love, while peace and serenity shone on every feature of his embrowned


"Thank God, sir, the struggle is over! all the clouds have rolled away, and I can now say-in the words of that beautiful hymn you left with me,

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Thy tears, not mine, O Christ,
Have wept my guilt away,

And turned this night of mine
Into a blessed day.'


"Light and joy instead of darkness and despair! O James, what an inexpressibly glorious change!"

"It is indeed, sir!" assented the other, energetically; "and to me ---only think of that, sir-to me, the very chief of sinners!"



'Dejected, sad, and Ione, and blighted."


WE left Herbert Seymour standing in Mrs. Gordon's little cottage, thankfully listening to her repentant son's account of the marvellous and unspeakably happy change which he had experienced.

A few days subsequently, we find him sitting at breakfast-the first time for many weeks-alone with his mother and Mr. Seymour.

The meal was a very silent one; but before it was ended, Herbert, who for some reason or other appeared unusually thoughtful, exchanged a brief, almost imperceptible glance with Mrs. Seymour; and then turning towards his father, said, addressing him in a tone of gentle and respectful consideration,—

"I suppose you know that James Gordon returned in time to see his mother before she died?"


Mr. Seymour lifted his eyes from his plate, and fixed them coldly upon his son, while answering curtly,-"So I have been informed."


Perhaps you have also heard," continued the young man, forcing himself to proceed, though he felt considerable hesitation in doing so, "that he is thoroughly ashamed of his past conduct, and fully resolved to lead a very different life for the time to come."

A contemptuous smile curled Mr. Seymour's lip; but Herbert went on steadily, without appearing to take any notice of it,—

"I have been endeavouring to find out the state of his affairs, and regret to say that at present his circumstances seem far from prosperous."

"Poor man!" exclaimed Mrs. Seymour, in a tone of sincere commiseration, while her husband preserved a dignified silence.

"I promised his mother," said Herbert, after a moment's reflection, "that I would do all in my power for him."

"And what, may I presume to inquire, are your benevolent intentions regarding him?" demanded Mr. Seymour, sarcastically.

"I thought-that is, I hoped," faltered the young man, "that you would allow him to retain possession of his mother's cottage, where

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"Where," interpolated his father, with a sneer, "I could have the privilege of supporting him in luxurious idleness."


'By no means," returned Herbert, warmly. "He is most anxious to find employment; and I ventured to tell him that, by applying to Gibson, he would at once be furnished with some suitable occupation."

Not a muscle of Mr. Seymour's stern countenance relaxed as he answered coolly and pitilessly," It will be quite useless for him to take that trouble, as I have already given Gibson instructions to refuse his application, should he make one."

Herbert started; and the blood rushed to his temples at this

unequivocal declaration of his father's sentiments. Expostulatory words, too, trembled on his lips: but he repressed them, and wisely resolved to remain silent rather than betray any unseemly warmth of


Meanwhile, Mr. Seymour leisurely proceeded to finish his breakfast, which he did with a face that seemed, by its calmness and complacency, to say the matter was conclusively and satisfactorily


His gentle wife regarded him for an instant in utter amazement, and appeared uncertain whether to speak or remain silent. She was still wavering when Herbert, observing that his father was about to leave the room, said, in a low, earnest tone,

"I should feel very grateful to you if you would reconsider your determination, and for this once agree to

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'Unfortunately my mind is made up," dryly returned Mr. Seymour; "further discussion is therefore unnecessary."

"But what is the poor man to do?" asked Herbert, in a voice of grave concern.

"That is his business, not mine," was the answer, spoken coldly and haughtily.

"If you would only give him a trial," implored the young man. "I will encourage no reprobates on my estate," said Mr. Seymour, remorselessly.

"So assured am I of James Gordon's steadfastness of purpose, that I would cheerfully hold myself responsible for his future conduct," rejoined Herbert, eagerly.

"Doubtless," replied his father, with an air of indifference. "But does it never happen that your ideas and opinions are in exact opposition to mine?"

"It grieves me bitterly when such is the case. In the present instance, however, I am convinced you would have every reason to be satisfied with



"I have already intimated that enough has been said on the subject," interrupted Mr. Seymour, waxing impatient. My resolution, once taken, is unalterable."

Herbert sighed; and Mrs. Seymour, who had been several times on the point of adding her entreaties to his, felt her heart sink within her as she listened to these last expressive words, so significant cf her husband's character.

Without giving Herbert an opportunity of replying, Mr. Seymour continued," It is all very well for you to call the man a reformed character and so forth, because (probably for the purpose of accomplishing his own ends) he expresses, or pretends to express, regret for what he has done; but I am keen-sighted enough to see through such hypocrisy."

"Hypocrisy!" echoed Herbert, softly, almost without being aware that he spoke at all.

"And now that this matter is arranged," pursued the gentleman, rising from his seat, and speaking in a stern, determined voice, while his brow grew dark and contracted, "permit me to observe that in my opinion it would be better for yourself if you were to keep somewhat aloof from such men as James Gordon. You have heard the term I just now applied to him. I should be sorry to include


A meaning smile, cold, bitter, sarcastic, and severe, filled up the

sentence; and he must have seen by the reproachful look with which his wife regarded him as he left the table, and proceeded to gather his letters and papers together preparatory to carrying them away with him, that she, as well as Herbert, fully understood and keenly felt his cutting and ungenerous inuendo.

The latter's heart was stabbed by a sense of undeserved injury; and, while deeply regretting the signal failure of the effort he had made on behalf of James Gordon, he likewise realized more vividly than he had yet done the bitterness and inveteracy of Mr. Seymour's enmity towards himself, and the wide, impassable gulf that seemed to separate them from each other's sympathy or affection.

"What a coward I am!" exclaimed Mrs. Seymour, with a deepdrawn breath, as the door closed upon her husband.

Herbert, who had also risen to leave the room, turned quickly round on hearing her speak; and, forgetting his own anxieties while observing the sombre expression of her countenance, he said with as much cheerfulness as he could under the circumstances assume, "Why should you accuse yourself of cowardice?"

"Because, so averse am I to anything like argument, that, much as I wished to take poor Gordon's part, I was deterred from making the least attempt towards changing your father's determination, or softening his feelings."

"I am glad of it," replied Herbert, gently.

"Do you think my appeal would have been useless?" questioned his mother, anxiously and hesitatingly.

"Well, honestly I do," said the young man, looking tenderly down upon her.

Mrs. Seymour paused, and appeared to think, while a momentary flush overspread her cheeks. When she spoke again, her voice trembled a little, though scarcely perceptible.

"I fear you are right," she said, despondingly. "But," she added presently, with renewed animation, "as this scheme has fallen to the ground, we must devise some other plan, my dear. In the meantime, I shall be very glad to do what I can for the afflicted man."

Here she took her purse from her pocket, and, before Herbert knew what she was about to do, put a bank-note in his hand. He immediately returned it to her saying,

"This is not at present needed, my kind mother."


'Nonsense," she answered, hastily. "I know how much you spend upon others, and how little you appropriate to your own use; why, therefore, should I be debarred from assisting you in relieving


"But James Gordon is not in absolute want," returned the young man, smiling at her practical notion of assistance; "and if I were to offer him money, he would in all probability indignantly refuse it.”

Mrs. Seymour gazed at him in pure astonishment.

"Is he then so proud?" she inquired.

"I should rather call him independent."

"Oh, if that is his character," returned the lady, in a tone of dissatisfaction, "I fear you will not be able to do much for him. Such persons are, I well know, very difficult to deal with."

"The first thing to be done," said Herbert, with sudden energy, "is to try and spare him the pain and humiliation of having his application refused. I will therefore seek him at once, and explain

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