I have known fearful ravages to follow in their path--seen many a goodly tree go down.
After every storm, though the sky may be clearer, the earth upon which it fell has suffered some loss which is a loss for ever.
Begin, then, by conciliation and forbearance.

Look past the external, which may seem at times too exacting or imperative, and see only the true heart pulsing beneath--the true, brave heart, that would give to every muscle the strength of steel for your protection if danger threatened.

Can you not be satisfied with knowing that you are loved--deeply, truly, tenderly?
What more can a woman ask?
Can you not wait until this love puts on its rightly-adjusted exterior, as it assuredly will.

It is yet mingled with self-love, and its action modified by impulse and habit.

Wait--wait--wait, my daughter.
Bear and forbear for a time, as you value peace on earth and happiness in heaven." "I will try, father, for your sake, to guard myself," she answered.
"No, no, Irene.