In conclusion, I have to make two acknowledgments. The first to an unknown coadjutor, a hand that is doubtless mouldering into dust. Some years ago, a yellow, time-worn manuscript, purporting to be a veritable family history, fell into my hands. I am indebted to it for the main outline of my story. The second is to MISS FREEBORNE,—the only sculptor of our day, so far as I know, who has consecrated her genius to Christian Art. From her studio I have quietly abstracted the sculpture which lends its white grace to these pages. I should also have seized upon the slender figure of her St. Agnes, and the bowed head of her Martyr, had they been available to my purpose.
NEW YORK, July, 1874.
CONTENTS.
PART FIRST.
A WAY THAT SEEMETH RIGHT.
I.—[Proverbs and the Interpretation]
II.—[Studying to Answer]
III.—[Pattern of Old Fidelity]
IV.—[A Goodly Heritage]
V.—[Waste Places]
VI.—[The Day of Temptation]
VII.—[A Bitter Draught]
VIII.—[As a Dream when one Awaketh]
IX.—[The Blot Cleaves]
PART SECOND.
THE FRUIT OF THE WAY.
I.—[Through a Mist]
II.—[Strengthened out of Zion]
III.—[Seeing, but Understanding Not]
IV.—[Patient Waiting]
V.—[Under the Oaks]
VI.—[Of Clay]
VII.—[Hidden Riches]
VIII.—[The Wind Changes]
IX.—[The First Links of a Chain]
X.—[Feeling His Way]
XI.—[Sleepless Nights Appointed]
XII.—[A Consultation]
XIII.—[Dinner-Table Talk]