"Please lay aside your mourning and assume a more cheerful garb.
You have worn it two long years.

Only think how long! It will be so refreshing to see you in white or delicate colors." I looked down at my mourning garments, and all the sorrow typified by their dark hue rolled back upon my heart.

The awful scenes they commemorated,--the throes of agony which rent away life from the strong, the slow wasting of the feeble, the solemnity of death, the gloom of the grave, the anguish of bereavement, the abandonment of desolation that followed,--all came back.

I lived them all over in one passing moment.
"I never, never wish to lay aside the badges of mourning," I exclaimed; and, covering my face with my handkerchief, tears gushed unrestrainedly.
"I shall never cease to mourn for my mother." "I did not mean to grieve you, Gabriella," cried Edith, putting her arms round me with sympathizing tenderness.

"I thought time had softened your anguish, and that you could bear to speak of it now." "And so she ought," said Mrs.Linwood, in a tone of mild rebuke.