cure for all griefs; but it must not be looked for specially with
regard to any individual sorrow. A religious man, should he become
bankrupt through the misfortunes of the world, will find true
consolation in his religion even for that sorrow. But a bankrupt,
who has not thought much of such things, will hardly find solace by
taking up religion for that special occasion.

And Hetta perhaps was hardly prudent in her attempts. She thought
that it was wicked in Susan to grow thin and pale for love of Aaron
Dunn, and she hardly hid her thoughts. Susan was not sure but that
it might be wicked, but this doubt in no way tended to make her
plump or rosy. So that in those days she found no comfort in her
sister.

But her mother's pity and soft love did ease her sufferings, though
it could not make them cease. Her mother did not tell her that she
was wicked, or bid her read long sermons, or force her to go oftener
to the meeting-house.

"He will never come again, I think," she said one day, as with a
shawl wrapped around her shoulders, she leant with her head upon her
mother's bosom.

"My own darling," said the mother, pressing her child closely to her
side.

"You think he never will, eh, mother?" What could Mrs. Bell say?
In her heart of hearts she did not think he ever would come again.

"No, my child. I do not think he will." And then the hot tears ran