She sat herself beside her and drew her head to her breast.
"For you I see a happier fate--a true man's wife--the mother of sons.
Bethink you of the blessedness.

Every wife is like the Mother of God--she has the hope of bearing a saviour of mankind.

She is the channel of the eternal purpose of Heaven.

Could I change--could I change! What fortunate wife would envy a poor maid that dwells in the glare of battle ?...

Nay, I do not murmur.