"Time is God's ministering angel, commissioned to bind up the wounds of sorrow and to heal the bleeding heart.

The same natural law which bids flowers to spring up and adorn the grave-sod causes the blossoms of hope to bloom again in the bosom of bereavement.

Memory should be immortal, but mourning should last but a season." "I meant that I never should forget her," I cried, my tears flowing gently under her subduing accents.

"Dear Mrs.Linwood, you have made it impossible for me always to mourn.

Yet there are times, when her remembrance comes over me with such a power that I am borne down by it to the level of my first deep anguish.