He smiled sadly and said-- 'When, sooner or later, the time comes, as Hagar's eyes were opened in the wilderness, and she beheld the fountain of water, so shall each of us see the door open before us, and enter in and be refreshed.' For a long time following this walk I was very nervous; more so for the awful manner in which Mrs.Rusk received my statement--with stern lips and upturned hands and eyes, and an angry expostulation: 'I do wonder at you, Mary Quince, letting the child walk into the wood with that limb of darkness.

It is a mercy he did not show her the devil, or frighten her out of her senses, in that lonely place!' Of these Swedenborgians, indeed, I know no more than I might learn from good Mrs.Rusk's very inaccurate talk.

Two or three of them crossed in the course of my early life, like magic-lantern figures, the disk of my very circumscribed observation.

All outside was and is darkness.

I once tried to read one of their books upon the future state--heaven and hell; but I grew after a day or two so nervous that I laid it aside.