Where is my Emmeline's firm, devoted faith in that merciful Father, who for so many years has gilded her lot with such unchecked happiness.

Darker clouds are now indeed for a time around you, but His blessing will remove them, love; trust still in Him." Emmeline's convulsive sobs were somewhat checked; the fond and gentle tones of sympathy had their effect on one to whom affection never pleaded in vain.
"And why have you so carefully concealed the cause of the sufferings that were so clearly visible, my Emmeline ?" continued her mother, tenderly.

"Could that fear which you once avowed in a letter to Mary, have mingled in your affection for me?
Could fear, indeed, have kept you silent?
Can your too vivid fancy have bid you imagine I should reproach you, or refuse my sympathy in this sad trial?
Your perseverance in active employments, your strivings for cheerfulness, all must, indeed, confirm your assertion, that you have not encouraged weakening emotions.
I believe you, my own, and I believe, too, my Emmeline did not give young Myrvin encouragement.

Look up, love, and tell me that you do not fear your mother--that you do not deem her harsh." "Harsh?
oh, no, no!" murmured the poor girl, still clinging to her neck, as if she feared something would part them.

"It is I who am capricious, fanciful, miserable: oh, do not heed my incoherent words.