It is the old experience of love breaking through the darkness as it did long ago through the terrors of Sinai and the more appalling gloom of Calvary.

I have this to thank Him for, the greatest of all His mercies, and then for this, that He gave her to me so long.

The memories of almost half a century encircle me as a rainbow.

I can feed upon them through the remainder of a short, sad life, and after that can carry them up to Heaven with me and pour them into song forever.

If the strings of the harp are being stretched to a greater tension, it is that the praise may hereafter rise to higher and sweeter notes before His throne--_as we bow together there._".