It is not for us to judge; we must submit; we must be thankful for the gift of life.' 'Thankful for life! Why should I be thankful?
God has made me with a heart to feel, and He has sent me nothing but misery.

How could I help it?
How could I know what would come?
Why didn't you tell me, mother ?--why did you let me marry?
You knew what brutes men could be; and there's no help for me--no hope.

I can't kill myself; I've tried; but I can't leave this world and go to another.

There may be no pity for me there, as there is none here.' 'Janet, my child, there _is_ pity.

Have I ever done anything but love you?
And there is pity in God.