Gabriella!" she added, turning towards me, taking both hands in hers, and looking me in the face with her clear, eloquent, dark gray eyes, "you may be the angel commissioned by Providence to work out the earthly salvation of my son, to walk with him through the fiery furnace, to guard him in the lion's den, which his own passions may create.

If to the love that hopeth all, the faith that believeth all, you add the charity that _endureth_ all, miracles may follow an influence so exalted, and, I say it with reverence, so divine." It is impossible to give but a faint idea of the power of Mrs.Linwood's language and manner.

There was no vehemence, no gesticulation.

Her eye did not flash or sparkle; it burned with a steady, penetrating light.
Her voice did not rise in tone, but it gave utterance to her words in a full, deep stream of thought, inexhaustible and clear.

I have heard it said that she talked "like a book," and so she did,--like the book of heavenly wisdom.