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He could not eat the coarse food brought to hi to quench his feverish thirst His long lethargy was followed by corresponding sleeplessness and preternatural activity of brain That night beca he had ever done or said, and place all before hi aspect
He saw his beautiful and aristocratic home, which he had forfeited so completely that the prison would be more endurable than the forced and painful toleration of his presence, which was the best he could hope for from his mother and sisters; and he felt that he would ain hbors and companions But he no, with that hoht have made himself rich and honored
The misspent days and years of the past becahosts, and he realized that he had idled away the precious seed-ti thorns and nettles, that had grown all too quickly and rankly Thousands had been spent on his education; and yet he was oppressed with a sense of his ignorance and helplessness Rude contact with the world had thoroughly banished self-conceit, and he saw that his e so superficial and fragmentary as to be almost useless The editor of the paper whose columns he had hoped to illumine told him that he could not even write correctly
While in bitterness of soul he cursed himself for his wasted life, he knew that he was not wholly to blame Indeed, in accordance with a trait as old as fallen ht to lay the blame on another He saw that his own folly had ever found an ally in hishientle hand to his tasks and duties, she had been the first to excuse hi her fond and blind idolatry with tenderness, he felt like one who had been treacherously poisoned with a wine that hile it rested on the palate, but whose after-taste is vile, and whose final effect is death
There is no memory that we cherish so sacredly and tenderly as that of our parents' kind and patient love It often softens the heart of the hardened man and abandoned woenerates into idolatry and indulgence, and those to whorory, and develop into moral deformity, men and women, as did Haldane, may breathe curses on the blindness and weakness that was the pri and horrible night he felt only resentment toward his mother, and cherished no better purpose toward her than was e from her, even bya dissipated life in some city where he was unknown, and could lose himself in the multitude