. 'In the name of my
Master, who made thee and yonder sea; and has said to the sea, so far
shalt thou come, and no farther, and to thee, thou shalt do no murder.'
'Has not a man a right to do what he pleases with his own?' said I. 'He
has,' said the old man, 'but thy life is not thy own; thou art
accountable for it to thy God. Nay, I will not let thee go,' he
continued, as I again struggled; 'if thou struggle with me the whole day
I will not let thee go, as Charles Wesley says, in his "Wrestlings of
Jacob"; and see, it is of no use struggling, for I am, in the strength of
my Master, stronger than thou;' and, indeed, all of a sudden I had become
very weak and exhausted; whereupon the old man, beholding my situation,
took me by the arm and led me gently to a neighbouring town, which stood
behind a hill, and which I had not before observed; presently he opened
the door of a respectable-looking house, which stood beside a large
building having the appearance of a chapel, and conducted me into a small
room, with a great many books in it. Having caused me to sit down, he
stood looking at me for some time, occasionally heaving a sigh. I was,
indeed, haggard and forlorn. 'Who art thou?' he said at last. 'A
miserable man,' I replied. 'What makes thee miserable?' said the old
man. 'A hideous crime,' I replied. 'I can find no rest; like Cain I
wander here and there.' The old man turned pale. 'Hast thou taken
another's life?' said he; 'if so, I advise thee to surrender thyself to
the magistrate; thou canst do no better; thy doing so will be the best
proof of thy repentance; and though there be no hope for thee in this
world there may be much in the next.' 'No,' said I, 'I have never taken
another's life.' 'What then, another's goods? If so, restore them seven-
fold, if possible: or, if it be not in thy power, and thy conscience
accuse thee, surrender thyself to the magistrate, and make the only
satisfaction thou art able.' 'I have taken no one's goods,' said I. 'Of
what art thou guilty, then?' said he. 'Art thou a drunkard? a
profligate?' 'Alas, no,' said I; 'I am neither of these; would that I
were no worse.'
"Thereupon the old man looked steadfastly at me for some time; then,
after appearing to reflect, he said, 'Young man, I have a great desire to
know your name.' 'What matters it to you what is my name?' said I; 'you
know nothing of me.' 'Perhaps you are mistaken,' said the old man,
looking kindly at me; '
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