Such was _my_ resignation--_my_ submission.
Friends gathered around the desolate; but they could not avert the descending stroke.

Mrs.Linwood came, with her angelic looking daughter, and their presence lighted up, momentarily, our saddened dwelling, as if they had been messengers from heaven,--they were so kind, so sympathizing, so unobtrusive.

When Edith first crossed our threshold, she did indeed look like one of those ministering spirits, sent to watch over those who shall be heirs of salvation.

She seemed to float forward, light and airy as the down wafted by the summer gale.

Her crutches, the ends of which were wrapped with something soft and velvety, so as to muffle their sound, rather added than detracted from the interest and grace of her appearance, so gracefully they sustained her fair, white-robed form, just lifting it above the earth.
A little while before, I should have shrunk with nervous diffidence from the approach of guests like these.