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to make, this is one--do not insist on seeing me. I have borne and do still bear misery in all the complicated variety of forms in which it can torture the heart of man; but the face of a friend, whose confidence I have abused, is more than, at present, I can bear.
“ Irresolute in the intent of all my actions, and unstable in the execution of them as I was, I know that, when we last parted, you anticipated nothing less than the final accomplishment of my ruin. Well do I remember, unheeded as they were, your last friendly warnings, and your sorrowful forebodings, of the consequences of my wild, ungoverned course.
“ Never shall I forget your answer, as I defied you to the mention of any evil which had resulted from the indulgence of my passions. You acknowledged, that you could not designate any particular circumstance, but that you were convinced, by a continued series of loose, though apparently trivial gratifications, my heart would, in time, become as thoroughly corrupted, as from the actual commission of those tremendous crimes which consign the perpetrators to disgrace and punishment.
6 Even now the pitiful sarcasm, with which I repaid this honest dealing towards me, sounds in my ears :• And pray, master Methodist,' said I, who has put it into your sanctified head to read me this lecture ? Are you inwardly or outwardly moved thereupto ; that is, does it proceed from yourself or my noble ice-hearted brother?'
“You urged me to spend the day with you. «Why, unless I could multiply and divide myself,' said I, ' like King Henry at the battle of Shrewsbury, I shall never be able to fulfil my morning engagements. Stay here! You have no conception of the sacrifice I have already
SKETCHES OF LIFE SOUTH OF THE POTOMAC,
“Sit mihi fas audita loqui."-VIRGIL.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
PUBLISHED BY W. B. GILLEY, 92 BROADWAY.
J. SEYMOUR, PRINTER.