These are supposed to be the strongest points of baby perfection, and in all these our baby excelled.
And thus the widow's deep grief was softened, and a sweet balm was poured into the wound which she had thought nothing but death could heal.

How much kinder is God to us than we are willing to be to ourselves! At the loss of every dear face, at the last going of every well-beloved one, we all doom ourselves to an eternity of sorrow, and look to waste ourselves away in an ever-running fountain of tears.

How seldom does such grief endure! How blessed is the goodness which forbids it to do so! "Let me ever remember my living friends, but forget them as soon as dead," was the prayer of a wise man who understood the mercy of God.

Few perhaps would have the courage to express such a wish, and yet to do so would only be to ask for that release from sorrow which a kind Creator almost always extends to us.
I would not, however, have it imagined that Mrs.Bold forgot her husband.

She daily thought of him with all conjugal love, and enshrined his memory in the innermost centre of her heart.