I think of her words every day, and they are written on my heart.
Though I see her not, my blessing rests upon her.

I would that she could know what peace and joy she has helped to bring into my lonely lot." "I will tell her," answered Cuthbert, as he took the slight form into his arms.

"She will be rejoiced to hear it, I doubt not.

I too, my sister, have shared some of that peace myself.

I have found that the faith in which we were reared, albeit it holds much of golden truth, has been so overlaid by artifice of man that the gold is sadly tarnished.