The high heart of Augusta melted at these words. She trembled and wept. Her husband wept also, and after a pause he continued,—
"It is more than being restored to this life—I feel that it is the beginning of eternal life. It is the Savior who sought me out, and I know that he is able to keep me from falling."
But we will draw a veil over a scene which words have little power to paint.
"Pray, Dallas," said Mr. L., one day, "who is that fine-looking young man whom I met in your office this morning? I thought his face seemed familiar."
"It is a Mr. Howard—a young lawyer whom I have lately taken into business with me."
"Strange! Impossible!" said Mr. L. "Surely this cannot be the Howard that I once knew."
"I believe he is," said Mr. Dallas.
"Why, I thought he was gone—dead and done over, long ago, with intemperance."
"He was so; few have ever sunk lower; but he now promises even to outdo all that was hoped of him."
"Strange! Why, Dallas, what did bring about this change?"