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Rh and after, and judge of the whole? How many stages of probation may we yet have to pass! But can any lot be more bitter than that which was cast on earth? Will its memory endure? Verily there is a deep voice in every heart which answers—Yes. Worn, wasted, crushed, as they are, how strong are the affections which bind us to our world! God of that Heaven to whose justice we bow, and on whose mercy we rely, surely those strong and dear feelings were not given in vain! Perhaps the gloomy barrier of the cold and desolate tomb once passed, the soul will be but more intensely conscious of that love which shadowed forth its existence in this life. Will those who have gone before await us on the other side?—and shall we be permitted to watch the arrival of those whom to leave made the only pang of death? Will the hidden and unrequited love be there acknowledged in earnest gratitude for its long endurance?—will it be allowed to breathe the free and happy air of heaven? How vain to inquire—and yet we inquire on! We ask of that which answers not. But when we recall how feverish, how wretched, how incomplete has been the life of mortality, we feel that the present owes us a future.