“Alice, I read not long since of a son, the veriest wretch on earth; he was unwilling to grant his poor aged father a subsistence from his abundance; he embittered the failing years of his life by unkindness and reproaches.  One day, after an altercation between them, the son seized his father by his thin, white hair, and dragged him to the corner of the street.  Here, the father in trembling tones implored his pity.  ‘Stop, oh! stop, my son’ he said, ‘for I dragged my father here, God has punished me in your sin.’

“Alice, can you not see the hand of a just God in this retribution, and do you wonder, when you made this acknowledgment to me to-night, the agony of death overcame me?  I thought, as I felt His hand laid heavily upon me, my punishment was greater than I could bear; my sin would be punished in your sorrow; and naught but sorrow would be your portion as the wife of Walter Lee.

“Do not interrupt me, it is time we were asleep, but I shall soon have finished what I have to say.  My father and Mr. Weston were friends in early life, and I was thrown into frequent companionship with my husband, from the time when we were very young.  His appearance, his talents, his unvaried gayety of disposition won my regard.  For a time, the excess of dissipation in which he indulged was unknown to us, but on our return to Virginia after an absence of some months in England, it could no longer be concealed.  His own father joined with mine in prohibiting all intercourse between us.  For a time his family considered him as lost to them and to himself; he was utterly regardless of aught save what contributed to his own pleasures.  I only mention this to excuse my father in your eyes, should you conclude he was too harsh in the course he insisted I should pursue.  He forbade him the house, and refused to allow any correspondence between us; at the same time he promised that if he would perfectly reform from the life he was leading, at the end of two years he would permit the marriage.  I promised in return to bind myself to these conditions.  Will you believe it, that seated on my mother’s grave, with my head upon my kind father’s breast, I vowed, that as I hoped for Heaven I would never break my promise, never see him again, without my father’s permission, until the expiration of this period; and yet I did break it.  I have nearly done.  I left home secretly.  I was married; and I never saw my father’s face again.  The shock of my disobedience was too hard for him to bear.  He died, and in vain have I sought a place of repentance, though I sought it with tears.

“I have suffered much; but though I cannot conceal from you that your father threw away the best portion of his life, his death was not without hope.  I cling to the trust that his sins were washed away, and his soul made clean in the blood of the Saviour.  Then, by the memory of all that I suffered, and of that father whose features you bear, whose dying words gave testimony to my faithfulness and affection to him, I conjure you to conquer this unfortunate passion, which, if yielded to, will end in your unceasing misery.