Loving my mother as I do, it is acutely painful to me to see another person--to see you whom I love, too, for you are my friend and brother--to see you, I say, turn your back on her so completely.

My heart is heavy enough to-day I can tell you." "Poor boy!" said the countryman.

"Yes, I am truly your friend, and am anxious to remain so; you are not to blame in this business--and for that matter, I am anything but cheerful.

You have chosen to say: Down with the shrines! Perish all those who do not think as we do! Still, look at the thing as you will, in some cases certainly violence must ensue--nay, if no blood is shed it will be a wonder! You sum up the matter in one common term: The heathen peasants on the estate.

My view of it is totally different; I know these farmers and their wives and children, each one by name and by sight.