"One such man in an age, and one in all the world; then how speedily would the strife, wickedness, and sorrow of us poor creatures be relieved.

We would come to him with our griefs, whatever they might be,--even a poor, frail woman burdened with her heavy heart,--and lay them at his feet, and never need to take them up again.

The rightful king would see to all." "What an idea of the regal office and duty!" said Kenyon, with a smile.
"It is a woman's idea of the whole matter to perfection.

It is Hilda's, too, no doubt ?" "No," answered the quiet Hilda; "I should never look for such assistance from an earthly king." "Hilda, my religious Hilda," whispered Miriam, suddenly drawing the girl close to her, "do you know how it is with me?
I would give all I have or hope--my life, O how freely--for one instant of your trust in God! You little guess my need of it.

You really think, then, that He sees and cares for us ?" "Miriam, you frighten me." "Hush, hush?
do not let them hear yet!" whispered Miriam.