In that hope, she knows not the present, she lives in the future; she hears ever singing the chorus of the angels, as St.Dunstan heard them sing at the birth of Edgar [114].
That hope unfolds to her the heiligthum of the future.

On earth her body, in heaven her soul!" "And her heart, O Lady of England ?" cried Edith, with a sharp pang.
The Queen paused a moment, and laid her pale hand kindly on Edith's bosom.
"Not beating, child, as thine does now, with vain thoughts, and worldly desires; but calm, calm as mine.

It is in our power," resumed the Queen, after a second pause, "it is in our power to make the life within us all soul; so that the heart is not, or is felt not; so that grief and joy have no power over us; so that we look tranquil on the stormy earth, as yon image of the Virgin, whom we make our example, looks from the silent niche.

Listen, my godchild and darling." "I have known human state, and human debasement.

In these halls I woke Lady of England, and, ere sunset, my lord banished me, without one mark of honour, without one word of comfort, to the convent of Wherwell;--my father, my mother, my kin, all in exile; and my tears falling fast for them, but not on a husband's bosom." "Ah then, noble Edith," said the girl, colouring with anger at the remembered wrong for her Queen, "ah then, surely, at least, thy heart made itself heard." "Heard, yea verily," said the Queen, looking up, and pressing her hands; "heard, but the soul rebuked it.