All three gazed at the pretty saxifrage, which was still fresh, and now shone in the light of the two lamps like a third luminary.
"This is indeed supernatural," said the old man, astounded at the sight of a flower blooming in winter.
"A mystery!" cried Wilfrid, intoxicated with its perfume.
"The flower makes me giddy," said Minna; "I fancy I still hear that voice,--the music of thought; that I still see the light of that look, which is Love." "I implore you, my dear Monsieur Becker, tell me the history of Seraphita,--enigmatical human flower,--whose image is before us in this mysterious bloom." "My dear friend," said the old man, emitting a puff of smoke, "to explain the birth of that being it is absolutely necessary that I disperse the clouds which envelop the most obscure of Christian doctrines.

It is not easy to make myself clear when speaking of that incomprehensible revelation,--the last effulgence of faith that has shone upon our lump of mud.

Do you know Swedenborg ?" "By name only,--of him, of his books, and his religion I know nothing." "Then I must relate to you the whole chronicle of Swedenborg.".