hair, which she brushed before a big, big looking-glass."

The love of the son, kept alive by the love of the husband,
glorifying through the mists of his memory the earthly appearance
of the mother, gave to her the form in which he would see her
again, rather than that in which he had actually beheld her. And
indeed the father saw her after the same fashion in the memory of
his love. Tall to the boy of five, she was little above the middle
height, yet the husband saw her stately in his dreams; there was
nothing remarkable in her face except the expression, which after
her marriage had continually gathered tenderness and grace, but the
husband as well as the children called her absolutely beautiful.

"What colour were her eyes, Cosmo?"

"I don't know; I never saw the colour of them; but I remember they
looked at me as if I should run into them."

"She would have died for you, my boy. We must be very good that we
may see her again some day."

"I will try. I do try, papa."

"You see, Cosmo, when a woman like that condescends to be wife to
one of us and mother to the other, the least we can do, when she is
taken from us, is to give her the same love and the same obedience
after she is gone as when she was with us. She is with her own kind
up in heaven now, but she may be looking down and watching us. It
may be God lets her do that, that she may see of the travail of her
soul and be satisfied--who can tell? She can't be very anxious