If our deeds were all to be put on a canvas for men to see, should we
be as much ashamed of some as them, as the man in this anecdote?
There was once a rich landlord who cruelly opprest a poor
widow. Her son, then a little boy of eight years, witnessed it.
He became a great painter, and painted a likeness of the dark
scene. Years afterward he placed it where the cruel man saw it.
He recognized himself in the shameful picture, turned pale,
trembled in every joint, and offered a large sum to purchase it
that he might put it out of sight. (Text.)--LOUIS ALBERT
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