We must look to him." "Doctor," said Mr.Dinsmore hoarsely, "if that child dies, I must go to my grave with the brand of Cain upon me, for I have killed her by my cruelty; and oh! doctor, she is the very light of my eyes--the joy of my heart! How _can_ I give her up?
Save her, doctor, and you will be entitled to my everlasting gratitude." "Surely, my dear sir, you are reproaching yourself unjustly," said the physician soothingly, replying to the first part of Mr.Dinsmore's remark.

"I have heard you spoken of as a very fond father, and have formed the same opinion from my own observation, and your little girl's evident affection for you." "And I _was_, but in _one_ respect.

I insisted upon obedience, even when my commands came in collision with her conscientious scruples; and she was firm; she had the spirit of a martyr--and I was very severe in my efforts to subdue what I called wilfulness and obstinacy," said the distracted father in a voice often, scarcely audible from emotion.

"I thought I was right, but now I see that I was fearfully wrong." "There is _life_ yet, Mr.Dinsmore," remarked the doctor compassionately; "and though human skill can do no more, he who raised the dead child of the ruler of the synagogue, and restored the son of the widow of Nain to her arms, can give back your child to your embrace; let me entreat you to go to _him_, my dear sir.

And now I must return to my patient.