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 somehow would respond to this unanswered longing of the present.

All dreamy, poetic natures have this prophetic insight, which the unthinking aspirant after mere worldly treasures can neither attain nor comprehend. It was impossible for people, whose constant motto was work, an hour of Sunday for religious reading being observed very much as a disagreeable duty, the cross that would ensure their salvation and which comprised the extent of their intellectual pursuits, to understand this child seer, this prophet maiden, whose sublime and beautiful trust buoyed her above her trials and imparted a degree of cheerfulness that was mistaken for content.

From eighteen to twenty she lived with an aunt, a sister of her father, who treated her with very little kindness. Unwilling to take her when a friendless orphan, on account of the trouble, she was little disposed to atone for it now by acting the part of a mother and friend. Besides her incessant habit of fault-finding, the family jars between herself and husband grated harshly on the ear of one who was ever dwelling on the beauty and harmony of life, as it might be, if the supremacy of love were acknowledged.

The bone of contention was often very trifling, such as the state of the weather, one saying it was warm, and the other cold; and one pleasant Sunday was embittered by their different opinions about the wind, he maintaining that it blew west by the sound of the bell, and she, that it blew east because her