Our temptations are no inventions of nervousness nor hobgoblins of dreamy fear. As we would desire to receive sympathy and help in our hour of need, let us render it freely to those who are now enduring trial. An old man with his bones filled with the sin of his youth is a dreadful sight to look upon; he is a curse to others and a burden to himself. Much of history is happily covered with a veil, so that its secret griefs do not become open miseries, else were the world too wretched for a tender