In this God has been good to me.

But my wise, patient mother--how shall I live without her ?' "'She is only removed from you as to bodily presence,' said I.'Love conjoins your souls as intimately as ever.' "'Ah, yes, I know this must be.

Too many times have I heard that comforting truth from her lips ever to forget it.

But while we are in the body, the mind will not rest satisfied with any thing less than bodily presence.' "I did not press the point, for I knew that in all sorrow the heart is its own best comforter, and gathers for itself themes of consolation that even the nearest friend would fail to suggest.

We went in together to look at the frail tabernacle from which the pure spirit of her mother had departed forever! How sweetly the smile left upon the lips in the last kiss of parting, lingered there still, fixed in human marble with more than a sculptor's art! There was no passionate weeping, as we stood by the lifeless clay.