Hiding her face in her mother's lap, she sobbed out violently.

Repressing her own struggling emotions, Mrs.Markland spoke soothing, hopeful words; and even while she sought to strengthen her daughter's heart, her own took courage.
"My dear child," she said, in a voice made even by depressing its tone, "do you not remember that beautiful thought expressed by Mrs.
Willet yesterday?
'Death,' said she, 'signifies life; for in every death there is resurrection into a higher and purer life.

This is as true,' she remarked, 'of our affections, which are but activities of the life, as of the natural life itself.'" The sobs of the unhappy girl died away.

Her mother continued, in a low, earnest voice, speaking to her own heart as well as to that of her child, for it, too, needed strength and comfort.
"How often have we been told, in our Sabbath instructions, that natural affections cannot be taken to heaven; that they must die, in order that spiritual affections may be born." Fanny raised herself up, and said, with slight warmth of manner-- "Is not my love for you a natural affection for my natural mother?
And must that die before I can enter heaven ?" "May it not be changed into a love of what is good in your mother, instead of remaining only a love of her person ?" "Dear mother!" almost sobbed again the unhappy child,--clasping eagerly the neck of her parent,--"it is such a love now! Oh! if I were as good, and patient, and self-denying as you are!" "All our natural affections," resumed Mrs.Markland, after a few moments were given to self-control, "have simple regard to ourselves; and their indulgence never brings the promised happiness.
This is why a wise and good Creator permits our natural desires to be so often thwarted.

In this there is mercy, and not unkindness; for the fruition of these desires would often be most exquisite misery." "Hark!" exclaimed Fanny, starting up at this moment, and leaning close to the window.