He says your mamma is not there.' 'She is taken away!' I cried, starting up, and with streaming eyes, gazing on the building which, though I stamped my feet in my distraction, I was afraid to approach.

'Oh, _is_ mamma taken away?
Where is she?
Where have they brought her to ?' I was uttering unconsciously very nearly the question with which Mary, in the grey of that wondrous morning on which she stood by the empty sepulchre, accosted the figure standing near.
'Your mamma is alive but too far away to see or hear us.

Swedenborg, standing here, can see and hear her, and tells me all he sees, just as I told you in the garden about the little boys and the cottage, and the trees and flowers which you could not see.

You believed in when _I_ told you.

So I can tell you now as I did then; and as we are both, I hope, walking on to the same place just as we did to the trees and cottage.