’The Kauzy answered, “I have it not, Syaad Harshim, you may believe me; this fellow wickedly raises the falsehood to injure me, and it is as much to his own dishonour as to my discredit.  I beg, therefore, you will neither give credit to his base assertions, nor think so meanly of me; my station as Kauzy of this district should, methinks, screen me from such imputations.”—­“True,” said Harshim, “the station you occupy in the world, and the place you hold as Kauzy, prevent suspicion from attaching to you; hence this poor man has not yet found redress to the justice of his claims.  I would have you believe me sincerely your friend, in desiring to bring your heart to repentance, and thus only can your soul’s safety be secured.  I know you to have this man’s property, and your own heart even now convicts you of the injustice you practise.  Nothing is hidden from God;—­reflect on the punishment prepared for the unrepenting hypocrite.  Listen, whilst I relate to you my own convictions, or rather experience, of that terrible punishment which is prepared for the impenitent hardened sinner beyond the grave.

’"I have been a woodman for several years, and by my daily labour have earned my coarse food.  Some years since, I was sick and unable to pursue my usual occupation; my supply was thus cut off.  Requiring temporary relief, I applied to a rich Banker of this city for a trifling loan; my request was promptly complied with, and I engaged to repay the sum by two pice each day upon again resuming my employment.  By the mercy of God I recovered; and on the evening of each day, as I sold the wood my day’s labour produced in the market, I paid the Banker two pice.  On the very day, however, that the last two were to have been paid, the Banker died.  Thus I remained his debtor still.  Often had I thought of the circumstance that I was his debtor, and with real regret; yet the sum was small, and with this I became reconciled.

’"Not long after his decease I was visited with a dream, important to all the world to know, and I therefore desire to make it public.  Judgement was opened to my view; the beauty of heaven was displayed on one side, and the torments of hell on the other.  My dream presented many people waiting their award, whom I had known in life, and amongst the number my creditor the Banker; he was standing on the brink of that fiery yawning gulf which is prepared for the wicked and unjust.  His attendant angels produced the documents of their faithful keeping,—­good and evil actions of every mortal are thus registered,—­one exhibited a small blank book in which not one good deed had been recorded, and that presented by the other, containing the evils of his ways on earth, appeared to me an immense volume filled throughout.

’"‘Take him to his merited torments!’ was pronounced in an awful tone of command.—­’Have mercy! have pity!’ cried the Banker, in a supplicating voice.—­’Produce one claim for pity,’ was heard.—­The Banker in agony looked wildly round, as if in search of something he might urge in extenuation, when casting his eyes on me he exclaimed, ’There! oh, there is one! who when in trouble I relieved, and he is still my debtor!’