When one of my people falls into sin, I ever find it is so through lack of prayer.

Ah! Captain Devereux, have you not of late been remiss in the duty of private prayer ?' The captain laughed, not pleasantly, into the ashes in the grate.

But the doctor did not mind, and only said, looking upward--.
'Lord, if thou hadst been here, my brother had not died.' There was kindness, and even tenderness, in the tone in which simple Dr.
Walsingham spoke the appellative, brother; and it smote Devereux now, as sometimes happens with wayward fellows, and his better nature was suddenly moved.
'I'm _sorry_, Sir--I am.

You're too patient--I'm _very_ sorry; 'tis like an angel--you're noble, Sir, and I such an outcast.

I--I wish you'd strike me, Sir--you're too kind and patient, Sir, and so pure--and how have I spoken to you?
A _trial_, Sir, if you _can_ forgive me--one trial--my vice--you shall see me changed, a new man.