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He aze fully, with a steady and serious observation of my features, and replied: "My child, I am aware of it I expect you in my private room at noon In the meantime speak to no one--not even to Zara; read no books; touch no note of o there and pray When you see a se of the cross upon the altar, it will be twelve o'clock, and you will then corave and earnest tone, he left me A sensation of sudden awe stole upon er on her lips and s my hand close within her own, she led me to the door of the chapel There she took a soft veil of so and kissingain, she entered the chapel with ht and colour to the high altar, before which was placed a prie-dieu of cri h the fil noiselessly away she disappeared, and I heard the heavy oaken door close behind her Left alone, I was able to quietly take note of everything around hted candles, and a wealth of the purest white flowers decorated it, rance with the faintly perceptible odour of incense On all sides of the chapel, in every little niche, and at every shrine, tapers were burning like fireflies in a sue crucifix, which occupied a sonificent crih festival were about to be celebrated, and I gazed aroundsoan and a chorus of spirit-voices to respond with the "Gloria in excelsis Deo!" But there was silence--absolute, beautiful, restful silence I strove to collecth altar, I clasped an to wonder how and for what I should pray Suddenly the idea struck ; would it not be better to reflect on all that had already been given to ht enteredsense of unworthiness came over an to count up s and compare them with my misfortunes Exhausted pleasure-seekers may be surprised to hear that I proved the joys of my life to have far exceeded , youth, sound limbs, an appreciation of the beautiful in art and nature, and an intense power of enjoys, iive thanks? For every golden ray of sunshine, for every flower that bloo of birds and the shadows of trees, should I not-- should we not all give thanks? For is there any huht on the earth does not far exceed? We ifts we have the more we crave; and e burn or wound ourselves by our own obstinacy or carelessness, we are ungratefully prone to blame the Supre robes as a sort of so removed some special object of our choice and love, whereas, if we believed in Hi white in sign of rejoicing that our treasure is safe in the land of perfect joy where we ourselves desire to be Do we suffer froainst Fate--another name for God--and complain like babes who have broken their toys; yet the sun shines on, the seasons coo, the lovely panorama of Nature unrolls itself all for our benefit, while we er