tock text, of course:--'"In heaven they neither
marry nor are given in marriage, but are as the angels."'

'"As the tree falls, so it lies." And God forbid that those who
have been true lovers on earth should contract new marriages in the
next world. Love is eternal. Death may part lovers, but not love.
And how do we know that these angels, as they call them, if they be
really persons, may not be united in pairs by some marriage bond,
infinitely more perfect than any we can dream of on earth?'

'That is a very wild view, Mr. Smith, and not sanctioned by the
Church,' said Argemone, severely. (Curious and significant it is,
how severe ladies are apt to be whenever they talk of the Church.)

'In plain historic fact, the early fathers and the middle-age monks
did not sanction it: and are not they the very last persons to whom
one would go to be taught about marriage? Strange! that people
should take their notions of love from the very men who prided
themselves on being bound, by their own vows, to know nothing about
it!'

'They were very holy men.'

'But still men, as I take it. And do you not see that Love is, like
all spiritual things, only to be understood by experience--by
loving?'

'But is love spiritual?'

'Pardon me, but what a question for one who believes that "God is
love!"'

'But the divines tell us that the love of human beings is earthly.'

'How did they know? They had never tried. Oh, Miss Lavington!
cannot you see that in those barbarous and profligate ages of the
later empire, it was impossible for men to discern the spiritual
beauty of marriage, degraded as it had been by heathen brutality?
Do you not see that there must have been a continual tendency in the
minds of a celibate clergy to look with contempt, almost with spite,
on pleasures which were forbidden to them?'

Another pause.

'It must be very delicious,' said Argemone, thoughtfully, 'for any
one who believes it, to think that marriage can last through
eternity. But, then, what becomes of entire love to God? How can
we part our hearts between him and his creatures?'

'It is a sin, then, to love your sister? or your friend? What a
low, material view of love, to fancy that you can cut it up into so
many pieces, like a cake, and give to one person one tit-bit, and
another to another, as the Popish books would have you believe!
Love is like flame--light as many fresh flames at it as you will,