Who is here ?" "The new curate.

He said words at the graveside I shall never forget.

He filled them with such glory that I could not help taking comfort." "O John, what did he say ?" "After the service was over, and the people dispersing, he stood talking to Harry and myself, and then he walked up the hill with us.

I asked him for your sake." "I will come down in half an hour, John." "Then I will come and help you." And in half an hour this craver after some hope and comfort went down, and then John renewed the conversation which was on the apparent cruelty of children being born to live a short time and then leave Earth by the inscrutable gate of Death.
"It seems to be so needless, so useless," said Jane.
"Not so," the curate answered.

"Let me repeat two verses of an ancient Syrian hymn, written A.D.90, and you will learn what the earliest Fathers of the Church thought of the death of little children.
"The Just One saw that iniquity increased on earth, And that sin had dominion over all men, And He sent His Messengers, and removed A multitude of fair little ones, And called them to the pavilion of happiness.
"Like lilies taken from the wilderness, Children are planted in Paradise; And like pearls in diadems, Children are inserted in the Kingdom; And without ceasing, shall hymn forth his praise." "Will you give me a copy of those verses ?" asked Jane with great emotion.
"I will.