There is the ready truth, the living voice, the warm hand, or the final experience, waiting for each soul's need.

We do not die till we have found them.

There were yet to enter into Mercy Philbrick's life a new light and a new force, by the help of which she would see clearly and stand firm.
The secret which she had now for nearly a year kept from her mother was a very harmless one.

To people of the world, it would appear so trivial a thing, that the conscience which could feel itself wounded by reticence on such a point would seem hardly worth a sneer.

Mr.Allen, who had been Mercy's teacher for three years, had early seen in her a strong poetic impulse, and had fostered and stimulated it by every means in his power.
He believed that in the exercise of this talent she would find the best possible help for her loneliness and comfort for her sorrow.