If I erred, it was not my judgment that deceived me, but my senses.

In thy sight, being of beings! I am still pure.

Still will I look for my reward in thy justice!" Did my ears truly report these sounds?
If I did not err, my brother was restored to just perceptions.

He knew himself to have been betrayed to the murder of his wife and children, to have been the victim of infernal artifice; yet he found consolation in the rectitude of his motives.

He was not devoid of sorrow, for this was written on his countenance; but his soul was tranquil and sublime.
Perhaps this was merely a transition of his former madness into a new shape.