"It is not for me to condemn him; I can only condemn my own errors," said my Christian friend, as I led him into Mr. Rockwood's rooms.
The invalid rose as he entered, and extended his hand to his brother, while the great tears rolled down his pale, wan cheek.
"I am glad to see you, Robert," said Henry. "I am sorry you are sick."
"I am sick at heart."
But I did not stay to hear the confession of the penitent. Ella went to church and to Sunday school with me; and after the latter I conducted her back to the hotel; for, besides the pleasure her company afforded me, I wished to know the condition of affairs between the brothers. As I had expected, they were easily reconciled. My excellent friend had no malice in his heart; and though his brother's error must have given him a severe shock, he was willing to cover the past with the repentance that succeeded.
I dined with the family, and went to church in the afternoon; but I spent the evening with my father. He was more cheerful than he had been for several days, and assured me he had found a peace in the truths of the gospel which he had never realized before. He was really happy; and if there was ever a changed man in the world, he was the one.
"Philip, I am well enough to think of the future," said he. "It worries me, too."
"It need not."
"I may not be able to do anything for some time, for I am very weak. I suppose I must be made over anew."