Blount Tempest . in communion with thetrue spiritual world, as the great Prior did. If notthat, let us not degrade to earth, as if pluckingstars from the firmament, the things that arespiritual, because they are uneartJiJy and that tower of San Miniato your motherrests. In that hill-side yard at Trespiano myfathers ashes slumber. Over both, yonder clearheaven looks calm, solemn, and serene. Are therenot ministering spirits sent forth from thence toguard and watch us on our way ? I know thereare ! In their earthward embassy they can haveno holier office than to shield with their
Blount Tempest . in communion with thetrue spiritual world, as the great Prior did. If notthat, let us not degrade to earth, as if pluckingstars from the firmament, the things that arespiritual, because they are uneartJiJy and that tower of San Miniato your motherrests. In that hill-side yard at Trespiano myfathers ashes slumber. Over both, yonder clearheaven looks calm, solemn, and serene. Are therenot ministering spirits sent forth from thence toguard and watch us on our way ? I know thereare ! In their earthward embassy they can haveno holier office than to shield with their protectingwings the love of those they love. 396 liLOUNT TKMlKST. My own sweet Mabel, they hover over, and inthis hush of even, bless us now ! * * * * The night before they left Florence, AuntLawson saw a marble slab fixed into a stonewithin the Nave of San Miniato, and on itinscribed:— The Honble. Bertha Massey, wife of Gerald Massey, of Durham-Massey, Esq., England. Died August 5th, 1835, iEtat. 2t. R. I.
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