Sometimes their finer and more lovable qualities were first brought to the attention of their families when some distinguished professor or divine feelingly pronounced a funeral eulogy.
It's a long way from the stern Moses Stuart, who believed firmly in hell and universal damnation and who, with Calvin, depicted infants a span long crawling on the floor of hell, to his gifted granddaughter, who, although a member of an evangelical church, wrote: "Death and heaven could not seem very different to a pagan from what they seem to me." Her heart was nearly broken by the sudden death of her lover on the battlefield.

"Roy, snatched away in an instant by a dreadful God, and laid out there in the wet and snow--in the hideous wet and snow--never to kiss him, never to see him any more." Her _Gates Ajar_ when it appeared was considered by some to be revolutionary and shocking, if not wicked.

Now, we gently smile at her diluted, sentimental heaven, where all the happy beings have what they most want; she to meet Roy and find the same dear lover; another to have a piano; a child to get ginger snaps.

I never quite fancied the restriction of musical instruments in visions of heaven to harps alone.

They at first blister the fingers until they are calloused.