"Indeed!" replied Smellie, as he looked rather anxious and drew his chair away. "I’m tellt the fever is maist dangerous and deadly." "Are _you_ afraid? An elder? Mr. Smellie!" "Me! I’m not frightened," replied the elder, drawing his chair back to its former position near the minister. "I wasn’t thinking what I was doing. How did ye find the worthy man? for worthy he is, in spite o’ his great fauts--in fact, I might say, his sins." "I need not, Mr. Smellie," said Mr. Porteous, "now tell you all I heard and witnessed, but I may say in general that I was touched--very much touched by the sight of that home of deep sorrow. Poor people!" and Mr. Porteous seemed disposed to fall into a reverie. If there is anything which can touch the heart and draw it forth into brotherly sympathy towards one who has from any cause been an object of suspicion or dislike, it is the coming into personal contact with him when suffering from causes beyond his will. The sense is awakened of the presence of a higher power dealing with him, and thus averting our arm if disposed to strike. Who dare smite one thus in the hands of God? It kindles in us a feeling of our own dependence on the same omnipotent Power, and quickens the consciousness of our own deserts were we dealt with according to our sins. There is in all affliction a shadow of the cross, which must harden or soften--lead us upward or drag us downward. If it awakens the feeling of pity only in those who in pride stand afar off, it opens up the life-springs of sympathy in those who from good-will draw nigh. Mr. Smellie was so far off from the Sergeant that he had neither pity nor sympathy: the minister’s better nature had been suddenly but deeply touched; and he now possessed both. "I hope," said Smellie, "ye will condescend to adopt my plan of charity with him. Ye ken, sir, I aye stand by you. I recognise you as my teacher and guide, and it’s not my part to lead, but to follow. Yet if ye _could_ see--oh, if ye _could_ see your way, in consistency, of course, with principle--ye understan’, sir?--to restore Adam afore he dees, I wad be unco prood--I hope I do not offend. I’m for peace." And if Adam should recover, Mr. Smellie, thy charity might induce him to think well of thee. Is that thy plan? "The fever," said Mr. Porteous, with a sigh, "is strong. He is feeble." "Maybe, then, it might be as well to say nothing about this business until, in Providence, it is determined whether he lives or dies?" inquired the elder. Did he now think that if the Sergeant died he would be freed from all difficulty, as far as Adam was concerned? Ah, thou art an unstable because a double-minded man, Mr. Smellie!