Do you not seem in your own mind to know them, and remember them most, by their unkindness and sins towards you?
When you think of Black Thompson, is it not more as one who has been your enemy than one whom you love without any remembrance of his faults?
And you recollect my uncle as him who drove you away from your own home, and was the cause of little Nan's death.
Their offences are forgiven fully, but not forgotten.' 'Can I forget ?' murmured Stephen.
'No,' she replied; 'but do you not see that we clothe our enemies with their faults against us?
Should our Father do so, should we stand before Him bearing in His sight all our sins, would that forgiveness content us, Stephen ?' 'Oh no!' he cried again.

'Tell me, Miss Anne, what will He do for me besides forgiving me ?' 'Look, Stephen,' she replied, pointing to the distant sky where the sun was going down amid purple clouds, and bidding him turn to the grey horizon where the sun had risen in the morning; 'listen: "As far as the east is from the west, so far hath He removed our transgressions from us." And again: "He will turn again, He will have compassion upon us; He will subdue our iniquities; and Thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea." And again: "For I will be merciful to their unrighteousness, and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more." This is the forgiveness of our Father, Stephen.' 'Oh, how different to mine!' cried Stephen, hiding his face in his hands.
'Yet,' said Miss Anne, 'you may claim the promise made to us by our Lord: "If ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you," in a far richer measure, with infinite long-suffering, and a multitude of tender mercies.' 'Lord, forgive me, for Jesus Christ's sake!' murmured Stephen.
But the dusk was gathering, and the others were returning to them under the old yew-tree, for there was the long ride over the hills to Danesford, and the time for parting was come.

The day was done; and on the morrow new work must be entered upon.

The path of the commandments had yet to be trodden, step by step, through temptation and conflict, and weakness and weariness, until the end was reached.
Stephen felt something of this as he walked home for the last time to the cinder-hill cabin; and, taking down the old Bible covered with green baize, read aloud to his grandfather and Martha the chapter his father had taught him on his death-bed; bending his head in deep and humble prayer after he had read the last verse: 'Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father in heaven is perfect.' THE END.
* * * * * STORIES BY HESBA STRETTON.
Cobwebs and Cables.
Half Brothers.
Through a Needle's Eye.
Carola.
Bede's Charity.
David Lloyd's Last Will.
The Children of Cloverley.
Fern's Hollow.
The Fishers of Derby Haven.
Pilgrim Street.
A Thorny Path.
Enoch Roden's Training.
In the Hollow of His Hand.
_The Religious Tract Society, London_..