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This boy has done more in this short summer for his fellow-men and for his God than I have done in my whole forty years of life! Oh, what a life mine has been!--all a wreck, a failure, a miserable waste! And he? Why, in this short summer-time, and on this barren Rock, he has made his very life a blessing to every one upon it. I suppose those dirty, ignorant fishermen bless the day that brought him here. And I? O Heaven! what a failure, what a failure! I've done the world no good,--it's no better for my having lived in it,--it would miss me no more than one of these useless pebbles which I cast into the sea. And this boy--_my_ boy--always at work to make others rejoice that he was born into the world!