I confided it to her on the memorable night when we met in the French cottage; I have no heart repeat it now.

After a while I wearied of the hopeless struggle.

Despair laid its hold on me--I lost all hope in the mercy of God.

More than once I walked to one or other of the bridges, and looked over the parapet at the river, and said to myself 'Other women have done it: why shouldn't I ?' "You saved me at that time, Mr.Gray--as you have saved me since.

I was one of your congregation when you preached in the chapel of the Refuge You reconciled others besides me to our hard pilgrimage.