See what your misconduct has deprived you of--see what you might have been.

This is retribution." "I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor mother's account than my own." "She has suffered enough for you," said Wood.
"She has, she has," said Jack, in a broken voice.
"Weep on, reprobate," cried the carpenter, a little softened.

"Those tears will do you good." "Do not distress him, dear father," said Winifred; "he suffers deeply.
Oh, Jack! repent, while it is yet time, of your evil conduct.

I will pray for you." "I cannot repent,--I cannot pray," replied Jack, recovering his hardened demeanour.

"I should never have been what I am, but for you." "How so ?" inquired Winifred.
"I loved you," replied Jack,--"don't start--it is over now--I loved you, I say, as a boy.