FORGIVE AND FORGET.





Forgive and forget! Why the world would be lonely,

The garden a wilderness left to deform,

If the flowers but remembered the chilling winds only,

And the fields gave no verdure for fear of the storm! C. SWAIN.

"FORGIVE and forget, Herbert."

"No, I will neither forgive nor forget. The thing was done wantonly.
I never pass by a direct insult."

"Admit that it was done wantonly; but this I doubt. He is an old
friend, long tried and long esteemed. He could not have been
himself; he must have been carried away by some wrong impulse, when
he offended you."

"He acted from something in him, of course."

"We all do so. Nothing external can touch our volition, unless there
be that within which corresponds to the impelling agent."