Oh, what a fearful thing is that same Past, we hear spoken of lightly by those whose lives have been along a smooth and flowery track over the same, and unmarked by a single adversity or crime.

A single deviation from the path of honor, integrity and virtue, and as years roll on the memory of those past hours will cause bitter self-reproach, for it will be irremovable.

So with past happiness as it is with misery and crime.

The beggar can never forget his past joys in contemplating the present or hoping for the future, but it must ever remain a source of never-failing regret and the fountain of unhealable wounds.
The Past!--but no more of it, as we write the recollection of past happiness and prosperity, of past follies and errors rise up with vividness, and though it is never forgotten, burns with a brighter light than before.
Several days after his conversation with Harry, Alfred received a message from Dr.Humphries requesting him to meet that gentleman at ten o'clock the same morning at his residence.

Accordingly, at the appointed hour, he presented himself to the Doctor, by whom he was received with great cordiality and kindness.
"I have sent for you, Mr.Wentworth," began the doctor, as soon as Alfred was seated, "to speak with you on a subject which interests you as well as myself.