"I am ashamed of my white hands beside yours so nobly soiled and hard; but that shame will soon be wiped away." "No, no; we will not work to-day.

Rest is as needful as toil.

Bring the wine, brother; it is your turn to serve to-day." The younger brother soon covered a table with rough viands, but good wine; and we ate and drank heartily, beside our work.

Before the meal was over, I had learned all their story.

Each had something in his heart which made the conviction, that he would victoriously perish in the coming conflict, a real sorrow to him.