He clasped her in his arms and kissed her again and again.
"Mother," he said, "if I ever get into heaven it will be through you." "Don't say that, my son--it must be through a better Friend than I am-- who loves you more than I do.

I have not died for you--He did." "Oh, that I knew where I might find him, then.

You I can see--Him I cannot." His mother looked at him with a face full of radiance, pity, and hope.
"I feel sure you _will_" she said.

"You are consecrated," she added, in a low voice, laying her hand on his head.
"Amen," said James, in a reverential tone.

He felt that she was at that moment--as she often was--silently speaking to One invisible of and for him, and the sense of it stole over him like a benediction.