Well, you are one--the kind I believe in.

See how much faith I have--I believe, yet don't understand." "No jesting or compliments this morning, please; I'm too heavy-hearted for them now." "You ought to be serene and happy after so kind and good a deed." "No," she said, decisively; "that sympathy must be superficial which can pass almost immediately into self-complacency.

Oh, Graydon, it is all so sad, yet not sad; so passing strange, yet as natural and true as life and death! I did sit for hours just as you imagined, looking out on the great, still mountains.

Never did they seem so vast and stable, and our life so vapor-like, as when I heard that poor fluttering breath come and go at my side.

There was a time when this truth grew oppressive; but later on that feeble life, which seemed but a breath, came to mean something greater and more real than the mountains themselves.