Year: 1875

'PO


"Oh Christ come tsnderly


Bv thy forsakeu sonship in the red
Drear wine-press-by the wilderness
outspread,


And the lone garden where thine agony
Fell from thy brow-by all of those
| Permitted desolation, comfort mine +


And Paul Graham, holding her in the
close, tender clasp of his arms, looked
on her and answered her without a fall
ter in his deep, sweet-toned voice:


For am persuaded that neither
death, nor life, nor angels, nor princi-
paIities, nor powers, things present, nor
things to come, nor height nor depth,
nor any other creature, shall be able to
separate US from the love of God, which


is in Christ Jesus our Lord"


The mobile mouth quivered


Enough" she sighed; and in the


dreamy dusk, Hope Graham lay dead in


all her girlish grace and perfect lowell


ness, tho kiss of eternity on her brow.


Words miss being pathetic, and there
are none with which to tell what this


loss was to Paul Graham. His wife a


year, and dead All the meaning there


is in such loss, of despair and bitter


ness, he realized as he knelt by the cof-


fin that held his darling, white-rObed and


ready for the grave Every breath that


came through his lips was like dagger


stab of steel through the hurt cOnseius-


ness of his spirit; and once when his


eyes dweIt on the haunting fairness -


of the face sculptured in between folds


of misty lace, great sob shook him from


head to foot, and he mOaned


Oh, God to lose you r.


The one life that had comprended his


in all the unspeakabIe ways for which
we have no words-that would have
climbed with him without falteriug to
any height-that had given TO his very
existence an intense, ideal charm-that


life was lost to him forever His wife


had had the genius of a Hypathia, and


the world had given to her It's applause ;


and yet there had been no law so su
/ DE6Lub W AAoE d. HIS Will sAO .jOy H4N Al
his smile. Their union had been of


God-they had felt their oneness soul
had answered soul, for theirs had been
D that perfect understanding which never
exists between any but great natures.


Here, in this room, where she had
g dreamed and written the books that had
given her name to the royalty of fame
: was it possible she had died ?--here
; where she had so often sat at his feel
| with her bright head leaned against
e the arm of his chair-silent, when his
: mood was too grave for conversation
1 but sometimes sharing his studies and
: freedom which his love allowed--glad
s to follow his guidance into any realm o.
q thought, and gladder still to be woI


from any opinion of her own by his i'm
IS periOus will and masterful eloquence
q And now-oh, God the soul that haC
e translated his selthood so nobly, purely
!, ani tenderly, was lost to him forever


The charm of her presence still fingered


| Au us uosUlbb6 uOlHs. Dub EO~nOEEOH cu'


would be carried aerUss the threshoi'
rs where she had so often waited smiling
q for his coming-tO-mOrrOw he woui be
10 alone 10 the old house which she hat
to so Frightened and left dark-in whic
Is she had bloomed out her youth and dieC
W He had the noble strength of noble ns
v ture; because he was a man he coul
Is live; and yet every memory Of the pas
N came to him like torture, every though
IS of the future without her bruised hi
10 heart like a hammer stroke. 1t was a
n aDg iish beyond words to zee her dea


under hIs eyes, and signless as a stoD
ie under the warmth OF his caresses,-l
le know that millions of coEmOn wome
W lived, while the only life that could III
ls deFstand the depths and heights of hi
er being was exiled from him forever, an
ln the heart that had beat for HIM so mob
th in unison with his had hushed its idyl
IN existence under the iron hand OF death
ID And now, no more until God who ha
IT Joined them on earth, gave her back
l. him in eternity. should ne find his wifi
1t The June day had ended