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still, dear father, we are one in spirit, and may my Heavenly Father guide his poor, sorrowing child through this “wild wilderness of sorrow,” to that bright place you inhabit. I feel sometimes, in agony of soul, when the world has wounded and stung me, that death is indeed gain, and then, father, we shall part no more.” Thus, when Teresa wished to cheer her heart, and fill it with pleasing images, she invariably looked beyond this world, and pictured to herself the bliss of a future state.

If to be in the presence of those we love, though even we should not speak to them, and they should scorn us, be a painful happiness; what will it be to live for ever and ever with them on the most delightful terms, adoring one Saviour, with one theme of praise, no regrets, no partings, no cold looks, no languor or pain ? Oh! it is very wonderful, very mysterious what may be in store for us; yet still more mysterious is the love we bear to this nether world. How strangely we cling to it, though it stings and repulses and treats us so cruelly! How very

difficult it is to soar above it, and picture to ourselves beaven. Even when we do succeed in fixing our thoughts on eternity, our earthly natures portray a paradise far better suited to our own poor narrow conceptions, than worthy of an all-powerful benefactor. To those who are sufferers, absence of grief would constitute a heaven, but their wounded hearts will be comforted with exceeding comforts, and such transcendent happiness will be bestowed on them, that their past afflictions shall seem to them not half sufficient to have prepared them for such an eternity.

These beautiful thoughts and imaginings left the stamp of angelic peace on Teresa's countenance. Her calm brow and holy eyes were soothing to contemplate, and the tempered melancholy of her exquisite smile thrilled through the most indifferent heart. She received her husband's friends with grace and sweetness; she bent her superior mind to a level with their puny intellects, and exerted herself to amuse them and to appear truly interested in their concerns. still, dear father, we are one in spirit, and may my Heavenly Father guide his poor, sorrowing child through this “wild wilderness of sorrow," to that bright place you inhabit. I feel sometimes, in agony of soul, when the world has wounded and stung me, that death is indeed gain, and then, father, we shall part no more. Thus, when Teresa wished to cheer her heart, and fill it with pleasing images, she invariably looked beyond this world, and pictured to herself the bliss of a future state.

If to be in the presence of those we love, though even we should not speak to them, and they should scorn us, be a painful happiness; what will it be to live for ever and ever with them on the most delightful terms, adoring one Saviour, with one theme of praise, no regrets, no partings, no cold looks, no languor or pain? Oh! it is very wonderful, very mysterious what may be in store for us; yet still more mysterious is the love we bear to this nether world. How strangely we cling to it, though it stings and repulses and treats us so cruelly! How very

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difficult it is to soar above it, and picture to ourselves heaven. Even when we do succeed in fixing our thoughts on eternity, our earthly natures portray a paradise far better suited to our own poor narrow conceptions, than worthy of an all-powerful benefactor. To those who are sufferers, absence of grief would constitute a heaven, but their wounded hearts will be comforted with exceeding comforts, and such transcendent happiness will be bestowed on them, that their past afflictions shall seem to them not half sufficient to have prepared them for such an eternity.

These beautiful thoughts and imaginings left the stamp of angelic peace on Teresa's countenance. Her calm brow and holy eyes were soothing to contemplate, and the tempered melancholy of her exquisite smile thrilled through the most indifferent heart. She received her husband's friends with grace and sweetness ; she bent her superior mind to a level with their puny intellects, and exerted herself to amuse them and to appear truly interested in their concerns. still, dear father, we are one in spirit, and may my Heavenly Father guide his poor, sorrowing child through this “ wild wilderness of sorrow,” to that bright place you inhabit. I feel sometimes, in agony of soul, when the world has wounded and stung me, that death is indeed gain, and then, father, we shall part no more." Thus, when Teresa wished to cheer her heart, and fill it with pleasing images, she invariably looked beyond this world, and pictured to herself the bliss of a future state.

If to be in the presence of those we love, though even we should not speak to them, and they should scorn us, be a painful happiness ; what will it be to live for ever and ever with them on the most delightful terms, adoring one Saviour, with one theme of praise, no regrets, no partings, no cold looks, no languor or pain ? Oh! it is very wonderful, very mysterious what may be in store for us; yet still more mysterious is the love we bear to this nether world. How strangely we cling to it, though it stings and repulses and treats us so cruelly! How very

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