The recollection was too painful, and he burst into an agony of tears.
Aroused by the sound of the church bells, he resolved, at whatever risk, to attend Divine service.

With this view, he descended the hill and presently found a footpath leading to the church.

But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened--every wound opened.

The path he had selected conducted him to his mother's humble dwelling.

When she occupied, it, it was neatness itself; the little porch was overrun with creepers--the garden trim and exquisitely kept.