A new motive for exertion was born within me,--affection for my master,--and the consequence was, ambition to excel, that I might be rewarded by his approbation.
Bid he ever again treat me with harshness and severity?
No,--never.

I have often wondered why he manifested such unusual and wanton disregard of my feelings then, that one, only time.

It is no matter now.

It is a single blot on a fair page.
Man is a strangely inconsistent being.

His soul is the battle ground of the warring angels of good and evil.