"Poor mad Jurgen," said the people. And this was the end of a life

whose infancy was to have been surrounded with wealth and splendour

had his parents lived! All his great mental abilities had been lost,

nothing but hardship, sorrow, and disappointment had been his fate. He

was like a rare plant, torn from its native soil, and tossed upon

the beach to wither there. And was this one of God's creatures,

fashioned in His own likeness, to have no better fate? Was he to be

only the plaything of fortune? No! the all-loving Creator would