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 other days and turn their thoughts heavenward whither she called them.

At times the floods of human sorrow dashed in overwhelming surges against the anchor they thought was moored fast in the peaceful waters of a wise resignation. And the garden; O Earth, how canst thou smile on in such bitter mockery of human wo? Ah, it is a decree of God's own ordination, whereby, if a seed die it shall rise again and put forth new verdure, prophetic also of the resurrection of every joy in that immortal sphere toward which all are hastening.

There was another upon whom Lilly's death fell as a heavy stroke of affliction, to whom Mrs. Claremont sought to administer all the consolation feeble words could convey; feeble indeed, for they fall so far short of what the soul craves at such times, that it is almost a mockery to utter them. And yet will all these little kind offices be treasured up in the storehouse of memory as precious mementoes which will not fail to be appreciated in the maturer wisdom of future years.

There are as many different kinds of affection in the world as there are different mental organizations. One kind is strong, ardent, full of enthusiasm and demonstration, like Rosalind. Another kind, just as strong, just as ardent, but so quiet and undemonstrative, as scarcely to reveal its existence until some shock threatens to rend asunder the very heartstrings