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n no mercy。 Perhaps God may be less inexorable。 My sufferings； sufferings full of the thought of you； shall be the penance of a heart which will never be healed； which will bleed in solitude。 For a wounded heartshadow and silence。
〃 'No other image of love shall be engraven on my heart。 Though I am not a woman； I feel as you felt that when I said 〃I love you；〃 it was a vow for life。 Yes； the words then spoken in the ear of 〃my beloved〃 were not a lie； you would have a right to scorn me if I could change。 I shall never cease to worship you in my solitude。 In spite of the gulf set between us； you will still be the mainspring of all my actions； and all the virtues are inspired by penitence and love。 Though you have filled my heart with bitterness； I shall never have bitter thoughts of you； would it not be an ill beginning of the new tasks that I have set myself if I did not purge out all the evil leaven from my soul？ Farewell； then； to the one heart that I love in the world； a heart from which I am cast out。 Never has more feeling and more tenderness been expressed in a farewell； for is it not fraught with the life and soul of one who can never hope again； and must be henceforth as one dead？ 。 。 。 Farewell。 May peace be with you； and may all the sorrow of our lot fall to me！' 〃
Benassis and Genestas looked at each other for a moment after reading the two letters； each full of sad thoughts； of which neither spoke。
〃As you see； this is only a rough copy of my last letter；〃 said Benassis； 〃it is all that remains to me to…day of my blighted hopes。 When I had sent the letter； I fell into an indescribable state of depression。 All the ties that hold one to life were bound together in the hope of wedded happiness； which was henceforth lost to me for ever。 I had to bid farewell to the joys of a permitted and acknowledged love； to all the generous ideas that had thronged up from the depths of my heart。 The prayers of a penitent soul that thirsted for righteousness and for all things lovely and of good report； had been rejected by these religious people。 At first； the wildest resolutions and most frantic thoughts surged through my mind； but happily for me the sight of my son brought self…control。 I felt all the more strongly drawn towards him for the misfortunes of which he was the innocent cause； and for which I had in reality only myself to blame。 In him I found all my consolation。
〃At the age of thirty…four I might still hope to do my country noble service。 I determined to make a name for myself； a name so illustrious that no one should remember the stain on the birth of my son。 How many noble thoughts I owe to him！ How full a life I led in those days while I was absorbed in planning out his future！ I feel stifled；〃 cried Benassis。 〃All this happened eleven years ago； and yet to this day； I cannot bear to think of that fatal year。 。 。 。 My child died； sir； I lost him！〃
The doctor was silent； and hid his face in his hands； when he was somewhat calmer he raised his head again； and Genestas saw that his eyes were full of tears。
〃At first it seemed as if this thunderbolt had uprooted me；〃 Benassis resumed。 〃It was a blow from which I could only expect to recover after I had been transplanted into a different soil from that of the social world in which I lived。 It was not till some time afterwards that I saw the finger of God in my misfortunes； and later still that I learned to submit to His will and to hearken to His voice。 It was impossible that resignation should come to me all at once。 My impetuous and fiery nature broke out in a final storm of rebellion。
〃It was long before I brought myself to take the only step befitting a Catholic； indeed； my thoughts ran on suicide。 This succession of misfortunes had contributed to develop melancholy feelings in me； and I deliberately determined to take my own life。 It seemed to me that it was permissible to take leave of life when life was ebbing fast。 There was nothing unnatural； I thought about suicide。 The ravages of mental distress affected the soul of man in the same way that acute physical anguish affected the body； and an intelligent being； suffering from a moral malady； had surely a right to destroy himself； a right he shares with the sheep； that； fallen a victim to the 'staggers；' beats its head against a tree。 Were the soul's diseases in truth more readily cured than those of the body？ I scarcely think so； to this day。 Nor do I know which is the more craven soulhe who hopes even when hope is no longer possible； or he who despairs。 Death is the natural termination of a physical malady； and it seemed to me that suicide was the final crisis in the sufferings of a mind diseased； for it was in the power of the will to end them when reason showed that death was preferable to life。 So it is not the pistol； but a thought that puts an end to our existence。 Again； when fate may suddenly lay us low in the midst of a happy life； can we be blamed for ourselves refusing to bear a life of misery？
〃But my reflections during that time of mourning turned on loftier themes。 The grandeur of pagan philosophy attracted me； and for a while I became a convert。 In my efforts to discover new rights for man； I thought that with the aid of modern thought I could penetrate further into the questions to which those old…world systems of philosophy had furnished solutions。
〃Epicurus permitted suicide。 Was it not the natural outcome of his system of ethics？ The gratification of the senses was to be obtained at any cost； and when this became impossible； the easiest and best course was for the animate being to return to the repose of inanimate nature。 Happiness； or the hope of happiness； was the one end for which man existed； for one who suffered； and who suffered without hope； death ceased to be an evil； and became a good； and suicide became a final act of wisdom。 This act Epicurus neither blamed nor praised； he was content to say as he poured a libation to Bacchus； 'As for death； there is nothing in death to move our laughter or our tears。'
〃With a loftier morality than that of the Epicureans； and a sterner sense of man's duties； Zeno and the Stoic philosophers prescribed suicide in certain cases to their followers。 They reasoned thus： Man differs from the brute in that he has the sovereign right to dispose of his person； take away this power of life and death over himself and he becomes the plaything of fate； the slave of other men。 Rightly understood； this power of life and death is a sufficient counterpoise for all the ills of life； the same power when conferred upon another； upon his fellow…man； leads to tyranny of every kind。 Man has no power whatever unless he has unlimited freedom of action。 Suppose that he has been guilty of some irreparable error； from the shameful consequences of which there is no escape； a sordid nature swallows down the disgrace and survives it； the wise man drinks the hemlock and dies。 Suppose that the remainder of life is to be one constant struggle with the gout which racks our bones； or with a gnawing and disfiguring cancer； the wise man dismisses quacks； and at the proper moment bids a last farewell to the friends whom he only saddens by his presence。 Or another perhaps has fallen alive into the hands of the tyrant against whom he fought。 What shall he do？ The oath of allegiance is tendered to him； he must either subscribe or stretch out his neck to the executioner； the fool takes the latter course； the coward subscribes； the wise man strikes a last blow for libertyin his own heart。 'You who are free；' the Stoic was wont to say； 'know then how to preserve your freedom！ Find freedom from your own passions by sacrificing them to duty； freedom from the tyranny of mankind by pointing to the sword or the poison which will put you beyond their reach； freedom from the bondage of fate by determining the point beyond which you will endure it no longer； freedom from physical fear by learning how to subdue the gross instinct which causes so many wretches to cling to life。'
〃After I had unearthed this reasoning from among a heap of ancient philosophical writings； I sought to reconcile it with Christian teachings。 God has bestowed free…will upon us in order to require of us an account hereafter before the Throne of Judgment。 'I will plead my cause there！' I said to myself。 But such thoughts as these led me to think of a life after death； and my old shaken beliefs rose up before me。 Human life grows solemn when all eternity hangs upon the slightest of our decisions。 When the full meaning of this thought is realized； the soul becomes conscious of something vast and mysterious within itself； by which it is drawn towards the Infinite； the aspect of all things alters strangely。 From this point of view life is something infinitely great and infinitely little。 The consciousness of my sins had never made me think of heaven so long as hope remained to me on earth； so long as I could find a relief for my woes in work and in the society of other men。 I had meant to make the happiness of a woman's life； to love； to be the head of a family； and in this way my need of expiation would have been satisfied to the full。 This design had been thwarted； but yet another way had remained to me；I woul