Remember; I plead nothing. I know there are those who would say that the most dishonourable wretch alive, was this same man of honour--this Max Urquhart, who carries such a fair reputation; that the only thing I should have done was to go back to England, surrender myself to justice, and take all the consequences of this one act of drunkenness and ungovernable passion. However, I did it not. But my sin--as every sin must,--be sure has found me out. Theodora, it is hardly eight hours since your innocent arms were round my neck, and your kisses on my mouth--and now! Well, it will be over soon. However I have lived, I shall not die a hypocrite. I do not attempt to retrace the course of reasoning by which I persuaded myself to act as I did. I was only a boy; this long sleep of the mind had re-established my bodily health;--life and youth were strong within me--also the hope of honour--the dread of shame. Yet sometimes conscience struggled so fiercely with all these, that I was half tempted to a medium course, the coward's last escape--suicide. You must remember, religion was wanting in me--and Dallas was dead. Nay, I had for the time already forgotten him. One day,--when, driven distracted with my doubts, I had almost made up my mind to end them in the one sharp easy way I have spoken of,--while putting my brother's papers in order, I found his Bible.--Underneath his name he had written--and the date was that of the last day of his life--my name. I looked at it, as we look at a handwriting long familiar, till of a sudden we remember that the hand is bold, that no earthly power can ever reproduce of this known writing a single line. Child, did you ever know--no, you never could have known--that total desolation, that helpless craving for the dead who return no more? After I grew calmer, I did the only thing which seemed to bring me a little nearer to Dallas:--I read in his Bible. The chapter I opened at was so remarkable that at first I recoiled as if it had been my brother--he who being now a spirit, might, for all I could tell, have a spirit's knowledge of all things--speaking to me out of the invisible world. The chapter was Exekiel xvii.; and among other verses were these:-- “When the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive. “Because he considereth and turneth away from all his transgressions that he hath committed, he shall surely live; he shall not die.... “For I have no pleasure in the death of him that dieth, saith the Lord God: wherefore turn yourselves and live ye.”