Happiness had suddenly flashed with a meteor-like radiance into Young's life only to be snuffed out like a candle in a windy gloom, but his work, his duty remained.

So in his trial he learned the necessity of resignation.

He chaffed no more at the mysterious, seemingly brutal methods of nature; he questioned no more.

He wondered no more at the apparent indifference of Providence.

He had one hope, which was to be true to his faith, and teach it to the end.
Nell mastered her grief by an astonishing reserve of strength.
Undoubtedly it was that marvelously merciful power which enables a person, for the love of others, to bear up under a cross, or even to fight death himself.