"Fallen! hopelessly fallen!" said Doctor Hudson, as he rode thoughtfully homeward. When he next saw his patient, the change that had taken place told him but too plainly the sad truth that life was rapidly waning. Science and skill were of no avail in his hands. He could not hold back the grim monster when he came with his fatal message.
The young man died—died a violent death in the very prime of life—with blighted hopes, corrupt principles, and a ruined character. And he came home to die. He breathed out his last breath in the presence of those he had wronged, despised, and insulted—himself fallen and degraded. It was a sad ending of all his bright anticipations.
It is almost needless to say that Doctor Hudson's upward movement was steadily continued. That it would be so, was in the nature of things. There are few more distinguished and useful men in the country than he is at the present time. And he is beloved as well as honored by all who know him. He is truly great and truly good, for his elevation has been internal as well as external.