CHAPTER XXV.
SOME incidents interrupted the conversation at this point, and when it flowed on again, it was in a slightly varied channel, and gradually changed from the abstract into matters of more personal interest.
"What a mystery is life!" exclaimed Mrs.Markland, the words following an observation that fell from the lips of Mr.Willet.
"Is it a mystery to you ?" was asked, with something of surprise in the questioner's tone.
"There are times," replied Mrs.Markland, "when I can see a harmony, an order, a beauty in every thing; but my vision does not always remain clear.

Ah! if we could ever be content to do our duty in the present, and leave results to Him who cares for us with an infinite love!" "A love," added Mrs.Willet, "that acts by infinite wisdom.

Can we not trust these fully?
Infinite love and infinite wisdom ?" "Yes!--yes!--reason makes unhesitating response.

But when dark days come, how the poor heart sinks! Our faith is strong when the sky is bright.

We can trust the love and wisdom of our Maker when broad gleams of sunshine lie all along our pathway." "True; and therefore the dark days come to us as much in mercy as the bright ones, for they show us that our confidence in Heaven is not a living faith.