mented themselves and he grew to pity them. "It is in vain that I live as I do," he thought; "I must go among people and tell them what I know."
The thought had no sooner occurred to him than he heard the robber come along, but he took no notice of him, thinking, "What is the use of talking to that man? He will not understand."
This was his first thought, but in a little while he repented of it and went out in the road. The robber sat on his horse, frowning and looking at the ground. When the godson saw him, a feeling of pity came over him; he rushed up and seized the robber's knee.
"My dear brother," he said, "take pity on your soul! Don't you know that the spirit of God is in you? You torment yourself and others, and as time goes on your torments will grow worse, and God loves you and wants to heap His blessings upon you. Don't destroy yourself, brother; change your way of life."
The robber frowned and turned away. "Leave me alone," he said.
