Speak Evil of No Man.

WHEN a child, I was one day talking very fast about some relative who did not stand very high in my esteem, and was about to speak further of her failings of temper. In a few moments my eyes caught a look of such calm and steady displeasure that I stopped short. There was no mistaking the meaning of that dark, speaking eye. It brought confusion and shame to my heart. I was silent for a few moments, when J. G.―asked, very gravely, “Dost thou not know any good thing to tell us of her?”
I did not answer, and the question was more seriously asked: “Think; is there nothing good thou cant tell us of her?”
“Oh, yes; I know some good things certainly; but—”