I've told half-truths that were worse than lies.

I've 'devoured widows' houses, and for a pretence made long prayers,' as the gospel says.

But the worst thing I've done, and the thing I feel most sinful about, is that when an unfortunate fellow-citizen of ours came back to this town and tried to live a right life I did all I could to discourage him and make him just like myself.

I want right here, encompassed about by a mighty cloud of witnesses, to confess that I've done that man an awful wrong, and I'm sorry for it.

I've prayed to God to forgive me; but I'm not going to stop at that.