Ah, my dear husband, in this simple yet all-embracing doctrine of providence lies the whole secret of human happiness.

If our Creator be infinite, wise, and good, he will seek the well-being of his creatures, even though they turn from him to do violence to his laws; and, in his infinite love and wisdom, will so order and arrange events as to make every thing conspire to the end in view.

Both bodily and mental suffering are often permitted to take place, as the only agencies by which to counteract hereditary evils that would otherwise destroy the soul." "Ah, Edie! Edie!" said Claire, interrupting his wife, in a fond, playful tone, "you are a wise preacher, and as good as you are wise.
I only wish that I could see and feel as you do; no doubt it would be better for me in the end.

But such a wish is vain." "Oh, say not so, dear husband!" exclaimed Edith, with unexpected earnestness; "say not so! It hurts me almost like words of personal unkindness." "But how can I be as good as you are?
It isn't in me." "I am not good, Edward.

There is none good but God," answered the wife solemnly.
"Oh yes, yes! You are an angel!" returned Claire, with a sudden emotion that he could not control.