The more eagerly did he exercise his memory in order to recall the pictures of his childhood.

His mother, who had been dead many years, stood before him in order to help her unhappy child.

Her figure, her words, her songs, her sacred stories from the Saviour's life on earth--brought peace to his soul.

It suddenly came upon him; "God has not forgotten me." Just as before he had raged in despair, so now beautiful shadows out of the past appeared before him, and tears of redemption flowed from his eyes.
He did not have an hour's sleep the night of his condemnation.

He prayed, he dreamed, and then the horrid terror, which made him shiver in all his limbs, came again.