“You realize, I trust,” continued the doctor, “in some measure at least, the deceitfulness of your heart, and that in punishment for your sins God might justly leave you to make yourself as miserable as you have made yourself sinful?”
“ Yes, sir,” again stammered Harriet.
Having thus effectually, and to his own satisfaction, fixed the child's attention on the morbid and oversensitive workings of her own heart, the good and truly kind-hearted man dismissed her with a fatherly benediction. But where was the joyous ecstasy of that beautiful Sabbath morning of a year ago? Where was that heavenly friend? Yet was not this as it should be, and might not God leave her “to make herself as miserable as she had made herself sinful” ?
In a letter addressed to her brother Edward, about this time, she writes:
My whole life is one continued