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"Really!" she exclaimed, "it makes hi you that he was betrothed! How delightful! I must ask him all about his chosen fair one But I'm positively thankful it isn't you, for I'm sure he's just a little bit off his head Even this book he has lent you looks like a wizard's property;" and she fluttered the leaves of the "Dead Musician's" volu attractive Suddenly she paused and cried out: "Why, this is right- doful! He ular hty are the Kingdolorious are their destinies--how all- powerful and wise are their inhabitants! They possess everlasting health and beauty--their ht--they cannot err in their laws or judgments, for their existence is love Thrones, principalities, and powers are a them, yet all are equal Each one has a different duty to perform, yet all their labours are lofty But what a fate is ours on this low earth! For, frorave, we are watched by these spiritual spectators--watched with unflinching interest, unhesitating regard O Angelic Spirits, what is there in the poor and shabby spectacle of huences? Sorrow, sin, pride, shaetfulness--enough to make ye veil your radiant faces in unpierceable clouds to hide forever the sight of so much crime and misery Yet if there be the faintest, feeblest effort in our souls to answer to the call of your voices, to rise above the earth by force of the sareat rejoicing permeates those wide continents ye inhabit, like a wave of thunderous ladness beyond that of your own lives, to feel and to know that soeneral wreck of selfish and unbelieving Humanity Truly ork under the shadow of a "cloud of Witnesses" Disperse, disperse, O dense yet brilliant , truthful, iret and pity! Lo, hoorthy alory! and yet I must see and know and love you all, while the mad blind world rushes on to its own destruction, and none can avert its doom'"

Here Amy thren the book with a sort of conte to s of a lunatic, you are not what I took you for Why, it's regular spiritualisdoms of the air indeed! And his cloud of witnesses! Rubbish!"