I can understand your trouble and remorse, and this uncertainty makes it all the more terrible to you.

I know it is vain to say to you, `Forget,' but do not write about poor Forrester's blood being on your head! Your duty is to live and redeem the past.
Let the dead bury their dead, dear fellow, and turn your eyes forward, like a brave man.

Yours ever, J.F." Do you wonder if Jonah's blood curdled in his veins--"remorse," "uncertainty," "poor Forrester," "his blood on your head," eh?
"bury your dead"! Whew! _What_ a day Jonah had had, to be sure!.