"In memory of John Withers," he pronounced, "foully robbed of life in this lonely spot, we three are
gathered here,--his friend, his father, and his bride that should have been." Thane's eyes were on the
ground, but he silently renewed his grasp of the old man's hand. "May God be our Guide as we go
hence to finish our separate journeys! May He help us to forgive as we hope to be forgiven! May He
teach us submission! But, O Lord! Thou knowest it is hard."