But the cordial core of the delight was, a conviction the blithe, genial language generously imparted, that it had been poured out not merely to content _me_--but to gratify _himself_.

A gratification he might never more desire, never more seek--an hypothesis in every point of view approaching the certain; but _that_ concerned the future.

This present moment had no pain, no blot, no want; full, pure, perfect, it deeply blessed me.

A passing seraph seemed to have rested beside me, leaned towards my heart, and reposed on its throb a softening, cooling, healing, hallowing wing.

Dr.John, you pained me afterwards: forgiven be every ill--freely forgiven--for the sake of that one dear remembered good! Are there wicked things, not human, which envy human bliss?
Are there evil influences haunting the air, and poisoning it for man?
What was near me?
Something in that vast solitary garret sounded strangely.