This idol is called 'Your own personal misfortune.' But it is written, 'Thou shalt have no other Gods but me.' Therefore I say to you once more, Lady Jane Douglas, rise from your knees, for it is not your God to whom you kneel." And as though these words exercised a magnetic power over her, she raised herself up slowly from the floor, and now stood there before her father, stern and cold as a statue of marble.
"Cast from you the sorrows of this world, which burden you, and hinder you in the sacred work which God has imposed on you!" continued Earl Douglas in his metallic, solemn voice.

"It is written, 'Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest,' saith our God.

But you, Jane, you are to throw down your trouble at the foot of the throne; and your burden will become a crown that will glorify your head." He laid his hand on her head, but she wildly shook it off.
"No," cried she, with heavy, faltering tongue, as if confused in a dream.

"Away with this crown! I wish no crown upon which devils have laid a spell.

I wish no royal robe that has been dyed crimson with the blood of my beloved." "She is still in the delirium of her anguish," muttered the earl, as he contemplated the pale, trembling woman who had now sunk again to her knees, and was staring straight before her with eyes bewildered and stretched wide open.