The reader will agree with me that the "injured husband" was equally culpable on account of his intrigue with the young and handsome widow, Mrs. Raymond.--How prone are many people to lose sight of their own imperfections while they censure and severely punish the failings of those who are not a whit more guilty than themselves! The swinish glutton condemns the drunkard--the villainous seducer reproves the frequenter of brothels--the arch hypocrite takes to task the open, undisguised sinner--and the rich, miserly old reprobate, whose wealth places him above the possibility of ever coming to want, who would sooner "hang the guiltless than eat his mutton cold," and who would not bestow a cent upon a poor devil to keep him from starving--that old rascal, perhaps, in his capacity as a magistrate, sentences to jail an unfortunate man whom hunger has driven into the "crime" of stealing a loaf of bread! Bah! ladies and gentlemen, take the _beams_ out of your own eyes before you allude to the _motes_ in the optics of your fellow beings. That's _my_ advice, free of charge. On seeing her husband enter in that furious and threatening manner, Mrs. Romaine, overcome with fear and shame--for she well knew that her guilt had been detected--fell to the floor insensible. Anderson, confused and not knowing what to say, sat motionless as a statue;--while I awaited, with almost trembling anxiety, the issue of this most extraordinary state of affairs. Romaine was the first to break the silence, and he spoke in a tone of voice that was singularly calm considering his physical agitation. "Well, sir," said he, addressing Anderson--"you are enjoying yourself finely--drinking my wine, devouring my provisions, and making love to my wife in her own bed-chamber. Anderson, for some time past I have suspected you and Harriet of being guilty of criminal intimacy. I have noticed your secret signs, and have read and interpreted the language of your eyes, whenever you and she have exchanged glances in my presence. You both took me to be a weak fool, too blind and imbecile to detect your adulterous intercourse; but I have now come to convince you that I am a man capable of avenging his ruined conjugal honor!" Anderson, recovering some degree of his usual self-possession, remarked, "Your accusation, sir, is unjust. Your wife and myself are friends, and nothing more. She invited me to sup with her here to-night and that is all about it. If our intentions were criminal, would we have courted the presence of a third party?" With these words, Anderson pointed towards me, but Romaine, without observing me at all, continued to address the paramour of his wife.