The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1877-06-01

stand what l reau.
( could not express my sympathy
for this lovely girl, so blighted by
fearful disease.
"will not your sisters assist you,
Myras Surely they have time enough.
Or your mother"
"Alas!" she answered; "a darkness
blacker than my sad fate envelopes
them all. The religion IL Jesus 6nds
but slender foothold in Mountain
Hall. This Is one Of my heaviest
griefs;" and her gentle eyes filed with
tears.
"How does il happen that you
alone Of the family possess the key to
the truest content ON sarthi" ] in.
quired.
my training was the -ad,lest dis
cipliue I ever knew" she replied
mournfully. A few winters ago !
was sent to the Seminary at c.
to finish my education. I boarded
with an old and valued friend Of my
mother and received the best medical
attendance all the while.
The young Rector Of 81. Paurs
Cathedral was regular pastoral visi-
tor Of the family, and be gave me
spiritual instruction. at the same time
that he bound me to him by feeling
of attachment IS deathless " e,er-
nifty"
Her gaze went far into space and ]
could not withdraw mine from the
calm purity Of her countenance.
"And this dear friend" asked.
"where is he, Will he not come soon
to complete the happiness Of one who
already owes him so much!"
"He!" she echoed; "Why he does
not even know that l love him. He
never dreamed of me ~ u fooli.h
maiden who would give her heart un.
sought"
More than ever interested in one
whose thoughts thus came firth un.
veilcd by the mask of society's laws. l
asked, Where Is he now!"
"He is still at hi. post lsboring ear.
nestly and zealously for his flock. !
hear from him at long intervals. OF
rather of him. and it is always the
same report Of self-lenial and toll
"will you tell me his name."
Reginald IngIe. He is Vir.
ginian."
Il surely know his family" repli'
sd; If go, they are the truest Of
Gods creature"
We ut silent a few moments.
asked her if she did not long to sex
him. II she WAS miserable at her to
, tai separation from the object she had
so faithfully en.hrined in her heart.
"Yes-I suppose ! AM" she replied
doub,fully. II often wish. oh! 50 ear
, nestly, to hear his voice once more; Il
see his rapt. heavenly face. But. cou
sin, it is happiness enough to low
!. such a man. I dream Of him. se'
, him in waking visions, and wait only
{ for the end Of our earthly career to b
forever united in heaven"
/. plato, thou reasonest well"
q thought.
, Where amid the annals Of human
!. passion could there he found anOthe
instance of unself,h, unsatisfied afiec
> ton, Giving all; asking nothing
1 Feeling upon memory; q myth; tn
phantom of voice. Receiving non
e Of the soul.ihrilling sustenance thu
}. nourishes mutual, demonstrative love
f Clinging to a shadow without eve'
Q the sem blance Of the substance.
| heard her with unfeigned wonder
G I could only revere the pure. exalte'
4 nature that could thus build its shrin
c in a realm where angels lighted tn
+. vestal fires. aud divinity wresthed ia
{. cense about the human worshipper.
II From the date Of this conversation
L Myra Garnet WAS to me gentle sAts
Il lils aud u ceaseless object Of interest
It She was useful IN some branches q
D. house hold occupation. but nothing wa
ever expected from her when not vo
d untary contributed.
70 Adelaide never came near US durin
% our readings; but Juliet one mornin
ventured in and sat listener through
out. We wisely forebore to remarI
p upon it; but she said ut length,
= THE time WAS when | should hsv
l. enjoyed oil this; but my faith is stag
gered. Divines tell us that we mus
y obey certain ordinances or we canno
Is be- saved. My beloved father was th
II best man ] svsr knew. and yet b
y was not christian. Since biz deaf
" | have not uttered prayer or locke