"Reveal to me, now, the name of this trader of souls, that I may expose him to public shame!" "He died a year since," replied Moritz, softened.

"God summoned him to judgment.

When the physician announced to him that the cancer was incurable, when he felt death approaching, he sent for me, and begged my forgiveness, with tears and deep contrition.

I forgave him, so let me cease to recall the life I passed with him.

By the sweat of my brow I was compelled to serve him; for seven long years I was his slave.