“My lips are here close opposite it. I am kissing your dear hand. There! there! there! I bless you! I love you! I adore you! I am kissing your hand, and I am on my knees blessing you and kissing. Oh, my heart! my heart! my heart!” There was a long silence, disturbed only by sobs that broke upon the night from the black cell. Mr. Eden leaned against the door with his hand in the same place; the prisoner kissed the spot from time to time. “Your reverence is crying, too!” was the first word spoken, very gently. “How do you know?” “You don't speak, and my heart tells me you are shedding a tear for me; there was only that left to do for me.” Then there was another silence, and true it was that the good man and the bad man mingled some tears through the massy door. These two hearts pierced it, and went to and fro through it, and melted in spite of it, and defied and utterly defeated it. “Did you speak, dear sir?” “No! not for the world! Weep on, my poor sinning, suffering brother. Heaven sends you this blessed rain; let it drop quietly on your parched soul, refresh you, and shed peace on your troubled heart. Drop, gentle dew from heaven, upon his spirit; prepare the dry soul for the good seed!” And so the bad man wept abundantly; to him old long-dried sources of tender feeling were now unlocked by Christian love and pity. The good man shed a gentle tear or two of sympathy--of sorrow, too, to find so much goodness had been shut up, driven in and wellnigh quenched forever in the poor thief. To both these holy drops were as the dew of Hermon on their souls. O lacryrnarum fons tenero sacros Ducentium ortus ex animo; quater Felix in imo qui scatentem Pectore te pia Nynmpha sensit. Robinson was the first to break silence. “Go home, sir, now; you have done your work, you have saved me. I feel at peace. I could sleep. You need not fear to leave me now.” “I shall sit here until you are asleep, and then I will go. Do you hear this?” and he scratched the door with his key. “Yes, sir.” “Well, when I do so and you do not tap in reply I shall know you are asleep.” Robinson, whose heart was now so calmed, felt his eyes get heavier and heavier. After a while he spoke to Mr. Eden but received no reply. “Perhaps he is dozing,” thought Robinson. “I won't disturb him.” Then he composed himself, lying close to the door to be near his friend. After a while Mr. Eden scratched the door with his key. There was no answer; then he rose softly and went to his own room. Robinson slept--slept like an infant after this feverish day. His body lay still in a hole dark and almost as narrow as the grave, but his spirit had broken prison. Tired nature's sweet restorer descended like a dove upon his wet eyelids, and fanned him with her downy wings, and bedewed the hot heart and smarting limbs with her soothing, vivifying balm.