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in the frosted garden; soin

the parlor, looking for him; sometimes prostrate on her bed When he

took her hand--listless one day, fiercely despairing the next,--he

would glance at her with a swift scrutiny that questioned, and then

waited The pity in his old eyes never dimmed their relentless

keenness; they see all the shallows in

search of depths For with his exultant faith in human nature, he

believed that somewhere in the depths he should find God, It is only

the pure in heart who can find Him in impurity, who can see, behind

thethe

possibilities of the flesh!--but this old ht and knew that he

should find Hi for that

recognition of wrong-doing which breaks the heart by its revelation of

goodness that e of sin,

without a divine and redeehteousness! So, as this

old saint looked into the breaking heart, pity for the sinner as

base deepened into reverence for the child of God who ht be noble

It is an easy matter to believe in the confident soul; but Dr

Lavendar believed in a soul that did not believe in itself!