my steps. No reflection o be allo one glance o be cast back; not even one for one t o be given eito t or ture. t  to read one line of it  he deluge was gone by.

    I skirted fields, and ill after sunrise. I believe it   I looked neito rising sun, nor smiling sky, nor ure. aken out to pass to t of t smile on  of t of bone and vein; of t t of drear flig of . I could not . I t of co say I ay o be ed to return: it  too late; I could yet spare ter pang of bereavement. As yet my fliger— fear of —far — goaded me! It  tore me o extract it; it sickened me  farto tes; birds  of my pain of  and frantic effort of principle, I abion: none even from self-respect. I  my master. I ill I could not turn, nor retrace one step. God must o my oifled tary , fast I  like one delirious. A ending to tes, pressing my face to t turf. I   I —as eager and as determined as ever to reache road.

    to sit to rest me under t, I ood up and lifted my  stopped. I asked er ions. I asked for y s ty; o make it do. o get into ty: I entered,  rolled on its way.

    Gentle reader, may you never feel ! May your eyes never sormy, scalding, -ears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to   my lips; for never may you, like me, dread to be trument of evil to w you wholly love.