It is this eternal spirit of hope, infused into him by Heaven itself, that makes him rise from sorrow, like the sun from a cloud, brighter, and with more ardent beams.

It is this that bathes his lips in the smiles of Paradise, that throws a divine luster over his eyes, and makes all dream of love and happiness that look upon him." Edwin paused.

"Is it not so, my cousin ?" Helen raised her thoughtful face.

"He is not a being of this earth, Edwin.

We must learn to imitate him, as well as to-" She hesitated, then added, "As well as to revere him, I do before the altars of the saints.