No long procession of mortals followed her body, but the Angels of God were there, and they strewed the wood with the flowers of Paradise, which though invisible, wafted a perfume into the soul sweeter than the choicest exotics of earth.
From the grave of the child we turn to the mother, to see if her sufferings died with the body of the Angel which had just been buried.
They had not, for still the eye of God was turned from the Soldier's Wife, and he saw not the life of misery and degradation that she was leading..