The flesh had failed; but the spirit had taken on strength and beauty.
"How did Mrs.Montgomery impress you ?" said I to my wife, as we sat down together on our return home.
"As one ready to be translated," she answered.

"I was at a loss to determine which was the most beautiful, she or Blanche." "You cannot make a comparison between them as to beauty," I remarked.
"Not as to beauty in the same degree.

The beauty of Blanche was queenly; that of her mother angelic.

All things lovely in nature were collated, and expressed themselves in the younger as she stood blushing in the ripeness of her charms; while all things lovely in the soul beamed forth from the countenance of the elder.

And so, as I have said, I was at a loss to determine which was most beautiful." I was just rising from my early breakfast on the next morning when I received a hurried message from Ivy Cottage.