the wounded man, and the good Samaritans are
rare on this world's highways.

What was Walter to do? He did not know the very name of psychology, but
he did know the unhinging, desolating power of an overmastering spirit
of fear. He knew that fear hath torment, but he had no conception by
what means that demon can be exorcised. Yet he thought, as he raised
his eyes for one instant to heaven in silent supplication, that there
were few devils who would not go out by prayer, and he made a strong
resolve that he would use every endeavour to make up for his past
neglectfulness, and to save this poor unhappy child.

"I'm not blaming you, Arthur," he said, "but I like you, and don't want
to see you go wrong, and be a tool in bad boys' hands. I hope you ask
God to help you, Arthur?"

Eden looked at him, but said nothing. He had been taught but little,
and by example he had been taught _nothing_ of the Awful Far-off Friend
Who is yet so near to every humble spirit, and Who even now had sent His
angel to save this lamb who knew not of His fold.

"Listen to me, Arthur--ah! there I hear the third school-bell, and we
must go in--but listen! I'll be your friend; I want to be your friend.
I'll try and save you from all this persecution. Will you always trust
me?"

Eden's look of gratitude more than repaid him, and Walter added, "And,
Arty, you must not give up your prayers. Ask God to help you, and to
keep you from going wrong, and to make you brave. Won't you, Arty?"

The little boy's heart was full even to breaking with its weight of
happy tears; it was too full to speak. He pressed Walter's hand for one
moment, and walked in by his side, without a word.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

DAUBENY.

La Genie c'est la Patience.

Buffon.

I suppose that no days of life are so happy as those in which some great
sorrow has been removed. Certainly Walter's days as his heart grew
lighter and lighter with the consciousness that Mr Paton had forgiven
him, that all those who once looked on him coldly had come round, that
his difficulties were vanishing before steady diligence, and that, young
as he was, he was winning for himself a name and a position in the
school, were very full of peace. O pleasant days of boyhood! how
mercifully they are granted to prepare us, to cheer us, to make us wise
for the struggles of future life. To Walter at this time life itself
was an exhilarating enjoyment. To get up in the morning bright