In childhood it gorgeously gilds the future; the tints fade as maturity gains that future, and then it gently brightens the evening of life, while memory flings her mantle of witchery over the past, recalling, in hours of sadness, all of joy to cheer the heart, and banishing forever the phantoms of terror--the seasons of gloom that once haunted us." "Yes, how appropriately has the great bard of Time, termed Hope 'silver-tongued.' And then, its soothing accents are felt and acknowledged in the darkest hour of human trial.

When about to sever every earthly tie--when on the eve of parting with every object rendered dear by nature and association--when the gloomy portals of the silent tomb open to receive us, then comes Hope to paint the joys of heaven.

Our reunion with those we have loved and lost--perfect freedom from sin--the society of angels, and the spirits of the just made perfect; the presence of our Saviour, and an everlasting home in the bosom of our God." A look of unutterable peace and joy settled on the face of Mary as she finished speaking and sank back, her hands clasped, and her eyes raised as though in communion with the spirits above.
Dr.Bryant's eyes rested with a sort of fascination on her countenance.
"You have this hope; yes, already your soul turns from earth and its vanities to the pure, unfailing fount of heavenly joy.

Oh! that I, like you, could soon find peace and perfect happiness?
I have striven against the bitter feelings which of late have crept into my heart; still, despite my efforts, they gather rapidly about me.

I look forward, and feel sick at heart.