"Thus would I ever bind to my heart the two loveliest, dearest, best." Edith bent her head, and kissed the hand which held hers.

As she looked up I saw that her eyes were glistening.
"What would mamma say ?" she asked, trying to conceal her emotion.
"Surely there can be none dearer and better than she is." "Nay, Edith," said he, passing his arm tenderly round her waist; "you might as well say, if I singled out two bright, especial stars from the firmament, that I did not think the moon fair or excellent.

The love I bear my mother is so exalted by reverence, it stands apart by itself like the queen of night, serene and holy, moving in a distinct and lofty sphere.

There is one glory of the sun, Edith, and another glory of the moon, and one star differeth from another in glory.

Yet they are all glorious in themselves, and all proclaim the goodness and glory of the Creator." "I have heard it said," observed Edith, in a low, tremulous tone, "that when love takes possession of the heart, the natural affections have comparatively little strength; that it is to them as is the ocean to its tributaries.