angels, and
Mercy, Charity and Goodness descend to Earth and sweep away the
incarnate spirits infesting it. In this we behold the Greatness and
Righteousness of God, for though He may see not our hardships for
awhile, the cry of the Innocent will ascend to Heaven; their
sufferings will be obliterated, and if even on earth they gain not
happiness, in those realms where sinless Angels abide, all past woes,
all past years of want, all former wretchedness, are removed and
forgotten, in an eternity of peace and celestial felicity.

And so it was with the soldier's wife whose sad trials we are
narrating to the reader. The spirit of the angel daughter had winged
its flight to the Savior, and the little invisible hand pointed to its
mother on earth below, and the Son of God supplicated the Father to
relieve the miseries of the innocent. We have shown how this was done.
The good of earth was the medium of salvation, and her trials are at
an end.

Yes, they are at an end! But with them, when she fell fainting in her
husband's arms on recognizing Awtry, the light of reason expired, and
the soldier's wife was a maniac.

They bore her gently to the residence of Dr. Humphries, and there all
that medical science could perform was done, and every attention was
lavished upon her. But it was of no avail; madness had seized the mind
of Mrs. Wentworth, and the doctor shook his head sadly as he gazed
upon her. Days passed on, and still she continued in this state.

"I fear she will only recover her reason to die," observed Dr.
Humphries to Harry. "Could her constitution sustain the frenzied
excitement she now labors under, I would have some hope, but the
months of wretchedness she has passed through, has so weakened her
frame that nothing remains but a wreck of what was once a healthy
woman."

"This is bad news," remarked Harry, "and I fear it will have a sad
effect upon Alfred. I have been overcome with sympathy at observing
his silent grief at the bedside of his raving wife, and several times
I have heard him mutter, 'never mind, my darling, you will soon
recover, and then we will be happy.' Unfortunate man! Could there be
the slightest possibility of saving his wife, I am certain you would
not despair."

"I do not yet despair," replied the doctor, "although I fear very much
her case is hopeless. I have sent for Dr. Mallard and Dr. Purtell;
when they have seen Mrs. Wentworth, we will have a consultation, and I
trust some good wi