FRANCIS TEEVELYAN BUCKLAND. 377 



He used to say of one gentleman, by whom he 

 thought he had been aggrieved, that he had for- 

 given him seventy times seven already, so that he 

 Avas not required to forgive him any more. 



"He could not resist a cry of distress, particu- 

 larly if it came from a woman. Women, he used 

 to say, are such doe-like, timid things, that he 

 could not bear to see them unhappy. One night, 

 walking from his office, he found a poor servant- 

 girl crying in the street. She had been turned out 

 of her place that morning, as unequal to her duties ; 

 she had no money and no friends nearer than Taun- 

 ton, where her parents lived. Mr. Buckland took 

 her to an eating-house, gave her a dinner, drove 

 her to Paddington, paid for her ticket, and left her 

 in charge of the guard of the train. His nature 

 was so simple and generous that he did not even 

 seem to realize that he had done an exceptionally 

 kind action." 



To read of such a life as this makes us trust 

 humanity, and reassures us that there are many, 

 very many noble and lovely characters in the 

 world, both men and women. While we need 

 good judgment and common sense, so as to discrim- 

 inate wisely, we need also the sweet, sunny nature 

 which, with some measure of ideality, sees rose 

 colors amid the sombre tints of life. We usually 

 find in other hearts wnat we cultivate in our own. 



