has been suddenly opened close by us; and are little more than a wistful
attempt to follow a gentle soul which never knew doubt into the New
World, and to catch a glimpse of something of its glory through her
simple and child-like eyes.




In Memoriam

E.C.

25TH FEBRUARY 1882




A LITTLE PILGRIM IN THE UNSEEN


She had been talking of dying only the evening before, with a friend,
and had described her own sensations after a long illness when she had
been at the point of death. "I suppose," she said, "that I was as nearly
gone as any one ever was to come back again. There was no pain in it,
only a sense of sinking down, down--through the bed as if nothing could
hold me or give me support enough--but no pain." And then they had
spoken of another friend in the same circumstances, who also had come
back from the very verge, and who described her sensations as those of
one floating upon a summer sea without pain or suffering, in a lovely
nook of the Mediterranean, blue as the sky. These soft and soothing