"Dear, good Edwin! how I wish I was like you. If all my friends were
like you, I should never get into these troubles."

"Nay, Eric," said Russell, "you may be far better than I. You have far
batter gifts, if you will only do yourself justice."

They parted by Mr. Williams' door, and Russell walked home sad and
thoughtful; but Eric, barely answering his brother's greeting, rushed up
to his room, and, flinging himself on his bed, sobbed like a child at
the remembrance of his disgrace. They were not refreshing tears; he felt
something hard at his heart, and, as he prayed neither for help nor
forgiveness, it was pride and rebellion, not penitence, that made him
miserable.



CHAPTER VI

HOME AFFECTIONS

"Keep the spell of home affection.
Still alive in every heart;
May its power, with mild direction,
Draw our love from self apart,
Till thy children
Feel that thou their Father art."

SCHOOL HYMN.