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THE PATH TO HEAVEN.
The day succeeding that on which Seraphita foresaw her death and bade farewell to Earth, as a prisoner looks round his dungeon before leaving it forever, she suffered pains which obliged her to remain in the helpless immobility of those whose pangs are great.

Wilfrid and Minna went to see her, and found her lying on her couch of furs.

Still veiled in flesh, her soul shone through that veil, which grew more and more transparent day by day.

The progress of the Spirit, piercing the last obstacle between itself and the Infinite, was called an illness, the hour of Life went by the name of death.