Let us be content as we are.

Let us read that Book we spoke of just now with the rose in it, and imitate the Perfect Man there spoken of, who was crucified 1800 years ago, believing, like Him, that all men are our brothers, and acting up to it.

And then, Lord knows what may be in store for us.
Here's a digression.

If I had had a good wife to keep me in order, I never should have gone so far out of the road.

Here is Sam in bed, sitting up, with his happy head upon his hands, trying to believe that this dream of love is going to be realized--trying to believe that it is really his wedding morn.
It evidently is; so he gets out of bed and says his prayers like an honest gentleman--he very often forgot to do this same, but he did it this morning carefully--much I am afraid as a kind of charm or incantation, till he came to the Lord's Prayer itself, and then his whole happy soul wedded itself to the eternal words, and he arose calm and happy, and went down to bathe.
Happy, I said.