But now there is a light within which shows me the little Quaker artist, Ben West, and Isaac Newton with his windmill, and stubborn Sam Johnson, and stout Noll Cromwell, and shrewd Ben Franklin, and little Queen Christina, with the Swedes kneeling at her feet.

It seems as if I really saw these personages face to face.

So I can bear the darkness outside of me pretty well." When Edward ceased speaking, Emily put up her mouth and kissed him as her farewell for the night.
"Ah, I forgot!" said Edward, with a sigh.

"I cannot see any of your faces.

What would it signify to see all the famous people in the world, if I must be blind to the faces that I love ?" "You must try to see us with your heart, my dear child," said his mother.
Edward went to bed somewhat dispirited; but, quickly falling asleep, was visited with such a pleasant dream of the sunshine and of his dearest friends that he felt the happier for it all the next day.