But always an effort to repress what was evil in her nature; and a state of quiet, religious trust, which said, 'I know in whom I have believed.'" "Ah," said Constance, "if there was only more of such religion in the world!" "It would be a happier world than it is," I answered.
"By the impress of a life like hers, what lasting good is done!" said my wife.

"Such are the salt of the earth.

Cities set upon hills.

Lights in candlesticks.

They live not in vain!'" I did not see Blanche until the day of burial.