from whatever segment of the globe its orisons arise, Virtue
is God's empire, and from His throne of thrones He will defend it.
Though cast into the distant earth, and struggling on the dim arena of a
human heart, all things above are spectators of its conflict or enlisted
in its cause. The angels have their charge over it; the banners of
archangels are on its side; and from sphere to sphere, through the
illimitable ether, and round the impenetrable darkness at the feet of
God, its triumph is hymned by harps which are strung to the glories of
the Creator!

One evening, when Crauford had joined Glendower in his solitary
wanderings, the dissembler renewed his attacks.

"But why not," said he, "accept from my friendship what to my
benevolence you would deny? I couple with my offers, my prayers
rather, no conditions. How then do you, can you, reconcile it to your
conscience, to suffer your wife and child to perish before your eyes?"

"Man, man," said Glendower, "tempt me no more: let them die! At present
the worst is death: what you offer me is dishonour."

"Heavens, how uncharitable is this! Can you call the mere act of
accepting money from one who loves you dishonour?"

"It is in vain that you varnish your designs," said Glendower, stopping
and fixing his eyes upon him. "Do you not think that cunning ever
betrays itself? In a thousand words, in a thousand looks which have
escaped you, but not me, I know that, if there be one being on this
earth whom you hate and would injure, that being is myself. Nay,
start not: listen to me patiently. I have sworn that it is the last
opportunity you shall have. I will not subject myself to farther
temptation: I am now sane; but there are things which may drive me mad,
and in madness you might conquer. You hate me it is out of the nature of
earthly things that you should not. But even were it otherwise, do you
think that I could believe you would come from your voluptuous home to
these miserable retreats; that, among the lairs of beggary and theft,
you would lie in wait to allure me to forsake poverty, without a
stronger motive than love for one who affects it not for you? I know
you: I have read your heart; I have penetrated into that stronger
motive; it is your own safety. In the system of atrocity you proposed
to me, you are the principal. You have already bared to me enough of
the extent to which that system reaches to convince me that a single
miscreant, however ingenious, cann