Why, why will you overtask your strength, merely to be called a disciple of Zeno?
Surely you cannot seriously desire so insignificant an honor, if it merits that title ?" "Can, you, then, see no glory in crushing long-cherished hopes--nay, when your heart is yearning toward some 'bright particular' path, to turn without one symptom of regret, and calmly tread one just the opposite! Tell me, can you perceive nothing elevating in this Stoical command ?" The cold, vacant look had passed away; her dark eyes gleamed, glittered as with anticipated triumph.
"Florry, I do not understand you exactly; but I do know that command of the heart is impossible, from the source whence you draw.

It may seem perfect control now, but it will fail you in the dark hour of your need, if many trials should assail.

Oh! my cousin, do not be angry if I say 'you have forsaken the fountain of living water, and hewn out for yourself broken cisterns, which hold no water.' Oh! Florry, before you take another step, return to Him, 'who has a balm for every wound.'" Florence's face softened; an expression of relief began to steal over her countenance; but as Mary ceased speaking, she turned her face, beautiful in its angelic purity, full upon her.

A bitter smile curled Florence's lip, and muttering hoarsely, "A few more hours and the struggle will be over," she turned to her bureau, and arranged her clothes for packing.
The day passed in preparation, and twilight found the cousins watching intently at the casement.

The great clock in the hall chimed out seven, the last stroke died away, and then the sharp clang of the door-bell again broke silence.