Not in vain had you planted the good seed in the ground, and watered it.

Not in vain are you now kneeling by your bedside, imploring God not to forsake forever the child of your prayers.

Go to your rest in peace, for God will yet bring him home, after all his wanderings; for Walter Lee, far away, is waking and restless; oppressed with horror at his crime, flying from law and justice, flying from the terrors of a burdened conscience--he is a murderer! Like Cain, he is a wanderer.

He gazes into the depths of the dark sea he is crossing; but there is no answering abyss in his heart, where he can lose the memory of his deed.

He cannot count the wretched nights of watching, and of thought.