The hope of worldly elevation, which had sprung up with so sudden and brilliant a flame, faded slowly away, and in its partial death the pains of dissolution were felt.

The outer, visible, tangible world had strong attractions for his natural mind; and its wealth, distinctions, luxuries, and honours, looked fascinating in the light of his natural affections; yet glimpses had already been given to him of another world of higher and diviner beauty.

He had listened, entranced, to its melodies, that came as from afar off; its fragrant airs had awakened his delighted sense; he had seen, as in a vision, the beauty of its inhabitants, and now the words of his wife restored all to his remembrance.
"The good time for which all are looking, and toiling, and waiting so impatiently," said Mrs.Markland, after a pause, "will never come to any unless in a change of affection." "The life must be changed." "Yes, or, in better words, the love.

If that be fixed on mere outward and natural things, life will be only a restless seeking after the unattainable--for the natural affections only grow by what they feed upon--desire ever increasing, until the still panting, unsatisfied heart has made for itself a hell of misery." "Thanks, angel of my life!" returned Markland, as soon as he had, in a measure, recovered himself.

"Even the painful lessons I have been taught would fade from my memory, but for thee!".