Spirit of All, called, 'Heart of Heaven, Heart of
Earth,' and I added 'Heart of Man.' Obey it, obey your best thoughts."
She looked at me with such a glance of sacred sympathy, that--O joy, the
first words filling life with fragrance have been spoken!

* * * * *

It was short, our sweet bridal and few days of united life, and of bliss
at the old chateau d'Esneval. Gravely ill,--worse,--recovering,--then
DEAD. O God, was it possible?

Yes; I saw her lying amid garlands of evergreens and white robes, in a
low-lighted chamber of the chateau, still and transfigured into a
changed, unearthly beauty, the alas! so thin lips lightly parted in a
smile, the abundant golden hair I used to admire brushed neatly away
from her forehead, the darkened eyelids that told of long exhaustion
peacefully closed as if on visions of heaven--as if she saw God, being
pure in heart. Supernaturally lovely as her soul had been through life
the wearied sufferer lay in death, white tuberoses pressing her poor
thin cheek--one purity affectionate to another. Ah, it was a vision. I
never saw one on whom Heaven loved so constantly to breathe sweetness.
Neither health could roughen her beauty nor sickness drive it away: for
the soul, after all, will shine through the body, will lift it up, and
if glorious will leave it worthy of itself.

* * * * *

Alas, ungovernable, passionate grief! Alas the sight of heart-broken
friends and painful rites of burial, the anguish of bereavement, the
irresistible longing to die and be with her;--and Quinet's grief also;
for then he had confessed that he had loved her too.

* * * * *

And now we who knew her recognise that she was sent into this world for
a season, and tenderly watched and favored of heaven for high
purposes--for the stirring example and strong influence of a short but
lofty life.

In moments of weakness the irresistible longing to go to her returns
upon me, but it is she whose Athene vision impels to throw it off, to
stand ground firmly and push forward with determination towards the
years which must be endured, and the glorious work which calk to be
achieved. Canada, beloved, thy cause is led by an angel!

* * * * *

What of Quinet? Noble friend, when I gave way unlike a man (though that
is with God, who knows how much hearts can bear); he it was who held his
own despai