In the deep hush that followed, she bowed herself, and kneeled reverently, lifting a sad face and tear-filled eyes upwards with her spirit towards Heaven.

She did not ask for strength or comfort--she did not even ask for herself anything.

Her soul's deep sympathies were all for another, towards whom a long cherished love had suddenly blazed up, revealing the hidden fires.

But she prayed that at all times, in all places, and under all circumstances, _he_ might be kept pure.
"Give him," she pleaded, "patient endurance and undying hope.

Oh, make his fortitude like the rock, but his humanities yielding and all pervading as the summer airs laden with sweetness.