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spirit would not suffer him to acknowledge it ; and 

 he thought it hastened his end. As to his dying 

 in peace with all mankind, how could he die other- 

 wise who never attempted to revenge himself on any 

 human being, but who, though his communication was 

 not " Yea, yea, or nay, nay," so far from demanding 

 the eye for the eye, and the tooth for the tooth, 

 would have actually given his cloak to him who stole 

 his coat ; whose heart was as warm as those of half 

 the world are cold ; and whose warmth of heart had 

 brought him into the prison in which he died ! And 

 how did he die ? As he appeared to live — in dread 

 of nothing, human or divine ? Certainly not ; although 

 it may tauntingly be said, he trusted to the delusive 

 support of a death-bed repentance. Let no man, 

 however, venture to pronounce sentence here, but 

 leave it to that bar at which justice will be tem- 

 pered with mercy ; where, unless I formed a very 

 erroneous opinion of the late Mr. Mytton — and who 

 had a much more intimate knowledge of him than 

 myself? — and a still more mistaken one of the 

 attributes of Him by whom he will be judged, he 

 will find acceptance before many who have carried 

 a much fairer face to the world. Few receive the 

 white garment and carry it without a stain before 



