. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . icars wife. Eva! Eva! shecontinued, in a reproachful tone, I had expected more firmness! youtend me day and night; you are as unwearied in your watchings as inyour love; but your self-command would rejoice me more than all. Myfair sweet child, we must call on faith to aid us in the trials of life. Iwill write Sidney myself. I suffer no pain. I feel as though I could risefrom this bed—not with these remnants of earth around me ! she added,looking at her wasted arms; but leaving them as the spirit leaves thetomb—up, up, and away. My own
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . icars wife. Eva! Eva! shecontinued, in a reproachful tone, I had expected more firmness! youtend me day and night; you are as unwearied in your watchings as inyour love; but your self-command would rejoice me more than all. Myfair sweet child, we must call on faith to aid us in the trials of life. Iwill write Sidney myself. I suffer no pain. I feel as though I could risefrom this bed—not with these remnants of earth around me ! she added,looking at her wasted arms; but leaving them as the spirit leaves thetomb—up, up, and away. My own love, I feel I could do this, but foryou—whose loving eyes, and plenteous tears, and earnest, fervent prayers,keep me from the home that waits me there! Oh, beauteous sun ! sheexclaimed, clasping her hands in sudden ecstasy, while a deep flushof crimson burned beneath the intense brightness of her large dark eyes ;and she looked through the open window upon the little paradise hertaste had created, where every leaf bent beneath the refreshing dews,. of which the glowing orb already demanded tribute, and saw far otfthe peaceful glen between the mountains, over which the morning wasbreaking in mellowed glory: Oh, beauteous sun! and thou sweetbalmy air! birds who liave dwelt with me in safety ! the grass green 148 MIDSUMMER EVE raths ! the holy meditative wootls, and deep blue lakes ! I thank andhlcss you all, for the bej^uik^ment tliat you gave my sorrows. You said, We are here ! proofs of His goodness, and 1 heard your voices all ;and now, Eva, I hear the tender questionings of the poor echoing aroundme, and I thank them. Each time we ministered to their necessities,they, by their grateful prayers, most richly ministered to ours; but mostof all for thee—for thee ! I thank my God —for a time her wordsceased, though she moved her lips in prayer; and tlien she suddenlyexclaimed, Nay, I icill write to Sidney! You must not thwart me, know my brain wanders, but not int
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