Step by step, he trod the path of sin, until at last, urged by worldly and false friends to a quarrel, commenced on the slightest grounds, he challenged one who had really never offended him; the challenge was accepted, and then--Walter Lee was a murderer! He gazed upon the youthful, noble countenance; he felt again and again the quiet pulse, weeping when he saw the useless efforts to bring back life.
He was a murderer, in the sight of God and man! for he had been taught that He who gave life, alone had the power to take it away.

He knew that God would require of him his brother's blood.

He knew, too, that though the false code of honor in society would acquit him, yet he would be branded, even as Cain.

He could see the finger of scorn pointed towards him; he could hear men, good men, say, "There is Walter Lee, who killed a man in a duel!" Ah! Cousin Janet, not in vain were your earnest teachings.

Not in vain had you sung by his pillow, in boyhood, of Jesus, who loved all, even his enemies.