the day when I shall suffer long and be kind! When I shall never
again vaunt myself or be puffed up! When I shall bear all things,
believe all things, hope all things, endure all things! O blessed,
blessed Charity! with thy divine heart, with thy dove-like eyes, and with
thy bosom full of pity, when wilt thou come into my sinful heart and
bring all heaven in with thee! O Charity! till thou so comest I shall
wait for thee. And, till thou comest, thy standard-bearer shall be my
door porter, and thy scutcheon shall hang night and day at my door-post!

4. 'The fourth captain was that gallant commander, the Captain Innocent.
His standard-bearer was Mr. Harmless; his were the white colours, and for
his scutcheon he had three golden doves.' My brethren, how well it would
have been with us to-day if we had always lived innocently! Had we only
been innocent of that man's, and that man's, and that man's, and that
man's hurt! (Let us name all the men to ourselves.) How many men have
we, first and last, hurt! Some intentionally, and some unintentionally;
some deliberately, and some only by accident; some of malice, and some
only of misfortune; some innocently and unknowingly, and whom we never
properly hurt. Some, also, by our mere existence; some by our best
actions; some because we have helped and not hurt others; and some out of
nothing else but the pure original devilry of their own evil hearts. And
then, when we take all these men home to our hearts, what hearts all
these men give us! Who, then, is the man here who has done to other men
the most hurt? Who has caused or been the occasion of most hurt? Let
that so unhappy man just think that the gallant commander, the Captain
Innocent himself, with his white colours and with his golden doves, is
standing and knocking at your evil door. O unhappy man! By all the hurt
and harm you have ever done--by all that you can never now undo--by those
spotless colours that are still snow and not yet scarlet as they wave
over you--by those three golden doves that are an emblem of the life that
still lies open before you, as well as an invitation to you to enter on
that life--why will you die of remorse and despair? Open the door of
your heart and admit Captain Innocent. He knows that of all hurtful men
on the face of the earth you are the most hurtful, but he is not on that
account afraid at you; indeed, it is on that account that he has come so
near to you. By admitting h