She was full of delight; he, only of satisfaction.

In her, joy was of the spirit, spiritual.

Keen as were her senses, it was her soul which marshalled them all.

In him, though the soul's forces were not feeble, the senses foreran them,--compelled them, sometimes conquered them.

It would have been impossible to put Mercy in any circumstances, in any situation, out of which, or in spite of which, she would not find joy.