AN old painter of Sienna, after standing for a. Long time in silent meditation before his canvas, with hands crossed meekly on his breast and head bent reverently low, turned away, saying, May God forgive me that I did not do it better! Many people, as they come to the close of their life, and look back at what they have done with their opportunities and privileges, and at what they are leaving as their finished work, to be their memorial, can only pray with like sadness, May God forgive me that I did not do it better!