kind.

"I venture to assert that the treatment cured the error, and the
borrower will not violate the law again; while he might have run riot
in open crime, had he been openly dealt with. The majesty of the law
then was vindicated, and the injury done the system was repaired.

"And all that while he was amenable to God's living law traced all over
and around his heart; and supposing he runs abroad and treads the green
earth, and tastes the free air, and sees the bright sky; he is a
prisoner still if he lives, and has not risen in goodness beyond sight
of his sin; his body is his prison, his veins bind him down and his
nerves bar him in. He senses his punishment keenly; it cuts to the
quick, and he grieves, and trembles and gasps, whenever his fault comes
to mind. Let him run at large; that law of God will follow him,
watching with eyes from which no night can hide him; scourging with
whips from which no shield defends."

"Squire Fabens is a very forgiving man," said Mrs. Teezle. "He's
_very_ forgiving, and I think he's right."

"I claim no merit for that," said Fabens. "It is easy and right to
forgive others. God himself forgives very freely. But the man has one
enemy who may never forgive him in this world, and may not forgive him
at Judgment till long after God has forgiven him. Though this will
depend somewhat on his indolence or diligence in cultivating goodness
and truth. That enemy is himself, and self-forgiveness is the most
difficult, as it is the last to obtain."

"That may be all so, but I'd a given him _some_, I swanny, if I had a
ketched him in my grainery," said Colwell.

"I never see it in Fabens's light afore," interrupted Teezle.

"Nor I," "nor I," added others; and the discussion ended.

Then a song was called for, and Colwell sang the 'Tea Song;' and Fanny
Fabens sang the 'Whippoorwill,' and the very air attended, to hear the
happy girl, and the insects were hushed to silence, and the moon leaned
and listened, and the woods and the lake bandied back and to the
chorus, and repeated, and prolonged her full and silvery sounds.

Then they talked old times over, and rehearsed a few personal
histories, while the yellow corn glistened in rising hills before them.
Mr. Waldron related scenes he witnessed at Bennington and Saratoga, and
told of the Captain's commission and forty dollars in silver, he
received for taking six Hessians at the battle of Trenton. Troffater
wanted to tell what his