Then he inquired into my religious condition with so much fatherly consideration that I could take no offence, but told him honestly that I was little of a partisan, finding it hard enough to keep my own feet from temptation without judging others.

"I am weary," I said, "of all covenants and resolutions and excommunications and the constraining of men's conscience either by Government or sectaries.
Some day, and I pray that it may be soon, both sides will be dead of their wounds, and there will arise in Scotland men who will preach peace and tolerance, and heal the grievously irritated sores of this land." He sighed as he heard me.

"I fear you are still far from grace, lad," he said.

"You are shaping for a Laodicean, of whom there are many in these latter times.

I do not know.