“How wonderfully has the infinite mercy saved me from myself!” returned Mr. Markland.  “Wise, skilful in the ways of the world, prudent, and far-seeing in my own estimation, yet was I blind, ignorant, and full of strong self-will.  I chose my own way in the world, dazzled by the false glitter of merely external things.  I launched my bark, freighted with human souls, boldly upon an unknown sea, and, but for the storms that drove me into a sheltered haven, would have made a fearful wreck.”

“Then sail not forth again,” said Mr. Allison, “unless you have divine truth as your chart, and heaven’s own pilot on board your vessel.  It is still freighted with human souls.”

“A fearful responsibility is mine.”  Mr. Markland spoke partly to himself.

“Yes,” replied the old man; “for into your keeping immortal spirits have been committed.  It is for them, not for yourself, that you are to live.  Their good, not your own pleasure, is to be sought.”

“Ah, if I had comprehended this truth years ago!” Markland sighed as he uttered the words.

“This is too happy an occasion,” said Mr. Allison, in a cheerful voice, “to be marred by regrets for the past.  They should never be permitted to bear down our spirits with sadness.  The bright future is all before us, and the good time awaiting us if we but look for it in the right direction.”

“And where are we to look for it, Mr. Allison?  Which is the right direction?”

“Within and heavenward,” was answered, with a smile so radiant that it made the wan face of the old man beautiful.  “Like the kingdom of heaven, this good time comes not by ‘observation;’ nor with a ’lo, here!’ and a ‘lo, there!’ It must come within us, in such a change of our ruling affections, that all things good and true, which are real and eternal verities, shall be the highest objects of love; for if we love things that are real and abiding, and obtain as well as love them, our happiness is complete.”

“Thanks for the many lessons of wisdom I have received from your lips,” replied Mr. Markland.  “Well would it have been for me if I had earlier heeded them.  But the ground was not hitherto prepared.  Now, after the rank weeds have been removed, the surface broken by many furrows, and the ground watered with tears, good seed is falling into its bosom.”

“May it bring forth good fruit—­some thirty, some sixty, and some an hundred-fold!” was said, low and fervently, by the aged monitor; and, in the pause that followed, his ear caught a whispered “Amen.”

And the good seed did spring up in this good ground, and good fruit came in the harvest time.  Strongly tempted, indeed, was Mr. Markland, by his love of the world, and the brilliant rewards it promised to the successful, to enter a bold combatant in its crowded arena; but there were wise and loving counsellors around him, and their words were not unheeded.  Instead of aspiring after “Woodbine Lodge,” he was content to purchase “Lawn Cottage,” and invest the remainder of what he had received in property that not only paid him a fair interest, but was increasing in value.  The offer of Mr. Willet to enter into business was accepted, and in this his gains were sufficient to give him all needed external comforts, and a reasonable prospect of moderate accumulation.