Bonaparteknewthatshecomprehendednotasyllable；butheunderstoodthatitistheeye，thetone，theaction，andnotatalltherationalword，thattouchesthelove—chords。Hesawshechangedcolour。
\"Allnight，\"saidBonaparte，\"Ilieawake；Iseenaughtbutthyangeliccountenance。Iopenmyarmstoreceivethee——whereartthou，where？Thouartnotthere！\"saidBonaparte，suitingtheactiontothewords，andspreadingouthisarmsanddrawingthemtohisbreast。
\"Oh，please，Idon’tunderstand，\"saidTrana，\"Iwanttogoaway。\"
\"Yes，yes，\"saidBonaparte，leaningbackinhischair，tohergreatrelief，andpressinghishandsonhisheart，\"sincefirstthyamethystinecountenancewasimpressedhere——whathaveInotsuffered，whathaveInotfelt？Oh，thepangsunspoken，burningasanardentcoalinafieryanduncontaminatedbosom！\"saidBonaparte，bendingforwardagain。
\"DearLord！\"saidTranatoherself，\"howfoolishIhavebeen！Theoldmanhasapaininhisstomach，andnow，asmyauntisout，hehascometometohelphim。\"
ShesmiledkindlyatBonaparte，andpushingpasthim，wenttothebedroom，quicklyreturningwithabottleofreddropsinherhand。
\"Theyareverygoodforbenauwdheid；mymotheralwaysdrinksthem，\"shesaid，holdingthebottleout。
Thefaceinthetrap—doorwasafieryred。Likeatiger—catreadytospring。TantSanniecrouched，withtheshoulderofmuttoninherhand。
ExactlybeneathherstoodBonaparte。Sheroseandclaspedwithbotharmsthebarrelofsaltmeat。
\"What，roseofthedesert，nightingaleofthecolony，thatwiththineamorouslaywhilestthelonesomenight！\"criedBonaparte，seizingthehandthatheldthevonlicsense。Nay，strugglenot！Flyasastrickenfawnintothearmsthatwouldembracethee，thou——\"
Hereastreamofcoldpickle—water，heavywithribsandshoulders，descendingonhisheadabruptlyterminatedhisspeech。Half—blinded，Bonapartelookedupthroughthedropsthathungfromhiseyelids，andsawtheredfacethatlookeddownathim。Withonewildcryhefled。Ashepassedoutatthefrontdoorashoulderofmutton，well—directed，strucktheblackcoatinthesmalloftheback。
\"Bringtheladder！bringtheladder！Iwillgoafterhim！\"criedtheBoer—
woman，asBonaparteBlenkinswildlyfledintothefields……
LateintheeveningofthesamedayWaldokneltonthefloorofhiscabin。
Hebathedthefootofhisdogwhichhadbeenpiercedbyathorn。Thebruisesonhisownbackhadhadfivedaystohealin，and，exceptalittlestiffnessinhismovements，therewasnothingremarkableabouttheboy。
Thetroublesoftheyoungaresoonover；theyleavenoexternalmark。Ifyouwoundthetreeinitsyouththebarkwillquicklycoverthegash；butwhenthetreeisveryold，peelingthebarkoff，andlookingcarefully，youwillseethescartherestill。Allthatisburiedisnotdead。
Waldopouredthewarmmilkoverthelittleswollenfoot；Dosslayveryquiet，withtearsinhiseyes。Thentherewasatapatthedoor。InaninstantDosslookedwideawake，andwinkedthetearsoutfrombetweenhislittlelids。
\"Comein，\"saidWaldo，intentonhiswork；andslowlyandcautiouslythedooropened。
\"Goodevening，Waldo，myboy，\"saidBonaparteBlenkinsinamildvoice，notventuringmorethanhisnosewithinthedoor。\"Howareyouthisevening？\"
Dossgrowledandshowedhislittleteeth，andtriedtorise，buthispawhurthimsohewhined。
\"I’mverytired，Waldo，myboy，\"saidBonaparteplaintively。
Dossshowedhislittlewhiteteethagain。Hismasterwentonwithhisworkwithoutlookinground。Therearesomepeopleatwhosehandsitisbestnottolook。Atlasthesaid：
\"Comein。\"
Bonapartesteppedcautiouslyalittlewayintotheroom，andleftthedooropenbehindhim。Helookedattheboy’ssupperonthetable。
\"Waldo，I’vehadnothingtoeatallday——I’mveryhungry，\"hesaid。
\"Eat！\"saidWaldoafteramoment，bendingloweroverhisdog。
\"Youwon’tgoandtellherthatIamhere，willyou，Waldo？\"saidBonapartemostuneasily。\"You’veheardhowsheusedme，Waldo？I’vebeenbadlytreated；you’llknowyourselfwhatitissomedaywhenyoucan’tcarryonalittleconversationwithaladywithouthavingsaltmeatandpickle—waterthrownatyou。Waldo，lookatme；doIlookasagentlemanshould？\"
Buttheboyneitherlookedupnoranswered，andBonapartegrewmoreuneasy。
\"Youwouldn’tgoandtellherthatIamhere，wouldyou？\"saidBonaparte，whiningly。\"There’snoknowingwhatshewoulddotome。I’vesuchtrustinyou，Waldo；I’vealwaysthoughtyousuchapromisinglad，thoughyoumayn’thaveknownit，Waldo。\"
\"Eat，\"saidtheboy，\"Ishallsaynothing。\"
Bonaparte，whoknewthetruthwhenanotherspokeit，closedthedoor，carefullyputtingonthebutton。Thenhelookedtoseethatthecurtainofthewindowwascloselypulleddown，andseatedhimselfatthetable。Hewassoonmunchingthecoldmeatandbread。Waldokneltonthefloor，bathingthefootwithhandswhichthedoglickedlovingly。Onceonlyheglancedatthetable，andturnedawayquickly。
\"Ah，yes！Idon’twonderthatyoucan’tlookatme，Waldo，\"saidBonaparte；\"myconditionwouldtouchanyheart。Yousee，thewaterwasfatty，andthathasmadeallthesandsticktome；andmyhair，\"saidBonaparte，tenderlytouchingthelittlefringeatthebackofhishead，\"isallcakedoverlikealittleplank；youwouldn’tthinkitwashairatall，\"
saidBonaparte，plaintively。\"Ihadtocreepallalongthestonewallsforfearshe’dseeme，andwithnothingonmyheadbutaredhandkerchief，tiedundermychin，Waldo；andtohideinaslootthewholeday，withnotamouthfuloffood，Waldo。Andshegavemesuchablow，justhere，\"saidBonaparte。
Hehadclearedtheplateofthelastmorsel，whenWaldoroseandwalkedtothedoor。
\"Oh，Waldo，mydearboy，youarenotgoingtocallher，\"saidBonaparte，risinganxiously。
\"Iamgoingtosleepinthewagon，\"saidtheboy，openingthedoor。
\"Oh，wecanbothsleepinthisbed；there’splentyofroom。Dostay，myboy，please。\"
ButWaldosteppedout。
\"Itwassuchalittlewhip，Waldo，\"saidBonaparte，followinghimdeprecatingly。\"Ididn’tthinkitwouldhurtyousomuch。Itwassuchalittlewhip。Iamsureyoudidn’ttakethepeaches。Youaren’tgoingtocallher，Waldo，areyou？\"
Buttheboywalkedoff。
Bonapartewaitedtillhisfigurehadpassedroundthefrontofthewagon—
house，andthenslippedout。Hehidhimselfroundthecorner，butkeptpeepingouttoseewhowascoming。HefeltsuretheboywasgonetocallTantSannie。Histeethchatteredwithinwardcoldashelookedroundintothedarknessandthoughtofthesnakesthatmightbitehim，andthedreadfulthingsthatmightattackhim，andthedeadthatmightariseoutoftheirgravesifhesleptoutinthefieldallnight。Butmorethananhourpassedandnofootstepapproached。
ThenBonapartemadehiswaybacktothecabin。Hebuttonedthedoorandputthetableagainstitand，givingthedogakicktosilencehiswhiningwhenthefootthrobbed，heclimbedintobed。Hedidnotputoutthelight，forfearoftheghost，but，wornoutwiththesorrowsoftheday，wassoonasleephimself。
Aboutfouro’clockWaldo，lyingbetweentheseatsofthehorse—wagon，wasawakenedbyagentletouchonhishead。
Sittingup，heespiedBonapartelookingthroughoneofthewindowswithalightedcandleinhishand。
\"I’mabouttodepart，mydearboy，beforemyenemiesarise，andIcouldnotleavewithoutcomingtobidyoufarewell，\"saidBonaparte。
Waldolookedathim。
\"Ishallalwaysthinkofyouwithaffection\"saidBonaparte。\"Andthere’sthatoldhatofyours，ifyoucouldletmehaveitforakeepsake——\"
\"Takeit，\"saidWaldo。
\"Ithoughtyouwouldsayso，soIbroughtitwithme，\"saidBonaparte，puttingiton。\"TheLordblessyou，mydearboy。Youhaven’tafewshillings——justatrifleyoudon’tneed——haveyou？\"
\"Takethetwoshillingsthatareinthebrokenvase。\"
\"MaytheblessingofmyGodrestuponyou，mydearchild，\"saidBonaparte；
\"mayHeguideandblessyou。Givemeyourhand。\"
Waldofoldedhisarmsclosely，andlaydown。
\"Farewell，adieu！\"saidBonaparte。\"MaytheblessingofmyGodandmyfather’sGodrestonyou，nowandevermore。\"
Withthesewordstheheadandnosewithdrewthemselves，andthelightvanishedfromthewindow。
Afterafewmomentstheboy，lyinginthewagon，heardstealthyfootstepsastheypassedthewagon—houseandmadetheirwaydowntheroad。Helistenedastheygrewfainterandfainter，andatlastdiedawayaltogether，andfromthatnightthefootstepofBonaparteBlenkinswasheardnomoreattheoldfarm。
ENDOfPARTI。
PARTII。
\"Anditwasallplay，andnoonecouldtellwhatithadlivedandworkedfor。Astriving，andastriving，andanendinginnothing。\"
Chapter2。I。TimesandSeasons。
Waldolayonhisstomachonthesand。SinceheprayedandhowledtohisGodinthefuel—housethreeyearshadpassed。
Theysaythatintheworldtocometimeisnotmeasuredoutbymonthsandyears。Neitherisithere。Thesoul’slifehasseasonsofitsown；
periodsnotfoundinanycalendar，timesthatyearsandmonthswillnotscan，butwhichareasdeftlyandsharplycutofffromoneanotherasthesmoothly—arrangedyearswhichtheearth’smotionyieldsus。
Tostrangereyesthesedivisionsarenotevident；buteach，lookingbackatthelittletrackhisconsciousnessilluminates，seesitcutintodistinctportions，whoseboundariesaretheterminationofmentalstates。
Asmandiffersfromman，sodifferthesesouls’years。Themostmateriallifeisnotdevoidofthem；thestoryofthemostspiritualistoldinthem。Anditmaychancethatsome，lookingback，seethepastcutoutafterthisfashion：
I。
Theyearofinfancy，wherefromtheshadowybackgroundofforgetfulnessstartoutpicturesofstartlingclearness，disconnected，butbrightlycoloured，andindeliblyprintedinthemind。Muchthatfollowsfades，butthecoloursofthosebaby—picturesarepermanent。
Thererises，perhaps，awarmsummer’sevening；weareseatedonthedoorstep；wehaveyetthetasteofthebreadandmilkinourmouth，andtheredsunsetisreflectedinourbasin。
Thenthereisadarknight，where，wakingwithafearthatthereissomegreatbeingintheroom，werunfromourownbedtoanother，creepclosetosomelargefigure，andarecomforted。
Thenthereisremembranceofthepridewhen，onsomeone’sshoulder，withourarmsaroundtheirhead，weridetoseethelittlepigs，thenewlittlepigswiththeircurledtailsandtinysnouts——wheredotheycomefrom？
Remembranceofdelightinthefeelandsmellofthefirstorangeweeversee；ofsorrowwhichmakesusputupourlip，andcryhard，whenonemorningwerunouttotryandcatchthedewdrops，andtheymeltandwetourlittlefingers；ofalmightyanddespairingsorrowwhenwearelostbehindthekraals，andcannotseethehouseanywhere。
Andthenonepicturestartsoutmorevividlythanany。
Therehasbeenathunderstorm；theground，asfarastheeyecanreach，iscoveredwithwhitehail；thecloudsaregone，andoverheadadeepblueskyisshowing；faroffagreatrainbowrestsonthewhiteearth。We，standinginawindowtolook，feelthecool，unspeakablysweetwindblowinginonus，andafeelingoflongingcomesoverus——unutterablelonging，wecannottellforwhat。Wearesosmall，ourheadonlyreachesashighasthefirstthreepanes。Welookatthewhiteearth，andtherainbow，andthebluesky；andoh，wewantit，wewant——wedonotknowwhat。Wecryasthoughourheartwasbroken。Whenoneliftsourlittlebodyfromthewindowwecannottellwhatailsus。Werunawaytoplay。
Solooksthefirstyear。
II。
Nowthepicturesbecomecontinuousandconnected。Materialthingsstillrule，butthespiritualandintellectualtaketheirplaces。
Inthedarknightwhenweareafraidweprayandshutoureyes。Wepressourfingersveryharduponthelids，andseedarkspotsmovingroundandround，andweknowtheyareheadsandwingsofangelssenttotakecareofus，seendimlyinthedarkastheymoveroundourbed。Itisveryconsoling。
Inthedaywelearnourletters，andaretroubledbecausewecannotseewhyk—n—o—wshouldbeknow，andp—s—a—l—mpsalm。Theytellusitissobecauseitisso。Wearenotsatisfied；wehatetolearn；welikebettertobuildlittlestonehouses。Wecanbuildthemasweplease，andknowthereasonforthem。
Otherjoystoowehaveincomparablygreatertheneventhebuildingofstonehouses。
Wearerunthroughwithashudderofdelightwhenintheredsandwecomeononeofthosewhitewaxflowersthatliebetweentheirtwogreenleavesflatonthesand。Wehardlydarepickthem，butwefeelcompelledtodoso；andwesmellandsmelltillthedelightbecomesalmostpain。Afterwardwepullthegreenleavessoftlyintopiecestoseethesilkthreadsrunacross。
Beyondthekopjegrowsomepale—green，hairy—leavedbushes。Wearesosmall，theymeetoverourhead，andwesitamongthem，andkissthem，andtheyloveusback；itseemsasthoughtheywerealive。
Onedaywesitthereandlookupatthebluesky，anddownatourfatlittleknees；andsuddenlyitstrikesus，Whoarewe？ThisI，whatisit？
Wetrytolookinuponourselves，andourselfbeatsbackuponourself。
Thenwegetupingreatfearandrunhomeashardaswecan。Wecan’ttellanyonewhatfrightenedus。Weneverquitelosethatfeelingofselfagain。
III。
Andthenanewtimerises。Wearesevenyearsold。Wecanreadnow——readtheBible。BestofallwelikethestoryofElijahinhiscaveatHoreb，andthestillsmallvoice。
Oneday，anotableone，wereadonthekopje，anddiscoverthefifthchapterofMatthew，andreaditallthrough。Itisanewgold—mine。ThenwetucktheBibleunderourarmandrushedhome。Theydidn’tknowitwaswickedtotakeyourthingsagainifsomeonetookthem，wickedtogotolaw，wickedto——！Wearequitebreathlesswhenwegettothehouse；wetellthemwehavediscoveredachaptertheyneverheardof；wetellthemwhatitsays。Theoldwisepeopletellustheyknewallaboutit。Ourdiscoveryisamare’s—nesttothem；buttousitisveryreal。Thetencommandmentsandtheold\"Thoushalt\"wehaveheardaboutlongenoughanddon’tcareaboutit；butthisnewlawsetsusonfire。
Wewilldenyourself。Ourlittlewagonthatwehavemade，wegivetothelittleKaffers。Wekeepquietwhentheythrowsandatus（feeling，oh，sohappy）。Weconscientiouslyputthecrackedteacupforourselvesatbreakfast，andtaketheburntroaster—cake。Wesaveourmoney，andbuythreepenceoftobaccofortheHottentotmaidwhocallsusnames。Weareexoticallyvirtuous。Atnightweareprofoundlyreligious；eventhetickingwatchsays，\"Eternity，eternity！hell，hell，hell！\"andthesilencetalksofGod，andthethingsthatshallbe。
Occasionally，also，unpleasantlyshrewdquestionsbegintobeaskedbysomeone，weknownotwho，whositssomewherebehindourshoulder。Wegettoknowhimbetterafterward。
Nowwecarrythequestionstothegrown—uppeople，andtheygiveusanswers。Wearemoreorlesssatisfiedforthetime。Thegrown—uppeopleareverywise，andtheysayitwaskindofGodtomakehell，andverylovingofHimtosendmenthere；andbesides，hecouldn’thelpHimself，andtheyareverywise，wethink，sowebelievethem——moreorless。
IV。
Thenanewtimecomes，ofwhichtheleadingfeatureis，thattheshrewdquestionsareaskedlouder。Wecarrythemtothegrown—uppeople；theyanswerus，andwearenotsatisfied。
Andnowbetweenusandthedearoldworldofthesensesthespirit—worldbeginstopeepin，andwhollycloudsitover。Whataretheflowerstous？
Theyarefuelwaitingforthegreatburning。Welookatthewallsofthefarmhouseandthematter—of—factsheep—kraals，withthemerrysunshineplayingoverall；anddonotseeit。Butweseeagreatwhitethrone，andhimthatsitsonit。AroundHimstandagreatmultitudethatnomancannumber，harpersharpingwiththeirharps，athousandtimestenthousand，andthousandsofthousands。Howwhitearetheirrobes，washedinthebloodoftheLamb！Andthemusicriseshigher，andrendsthevaultofheavenwithitsunutterablesweetness。Andwe，aswelisten，everandanon，asitsinksonthesweetest，lowestnote，hearagroanofthedamnedfrombelow。
Weshudderinthesunlight。
\"Thetorment，\"saysJeremyTaylor，whosesermonsourfatherreadsaloudintheevening，\"comprisesasmanytormentsasthebodyofmanhasjoints，sinews，arteries，etc。，beingcausedbythatpenetratingandrealfireofwhichthistemporalfireisbutapaintedfire。Whatcomparisonwilltherebebetweenburningforahundredyears’spaceandtobeburningwithoutintermissionaslongasGodisGod！\"
Werememberthesermonthereinthesunlight。Onecomesandaskswhywesittherenoddingsomoodily。Ah，theydonotseewhatwesee。
\"Amoment’stime，anarrowspace，Dividesmefromthatheavenlyplace，Orshutsmeupinhell。\"
SosaysWesley’shymn，whichwesingeveningbyevening。Whatmattersunshineandwalls，menandsheep？
\"Thethingswhichareseenaretemporal，butthethingswhicharenotseenareeternal。\"Theyarereal。
TheBiblewebearalwaysinourbreast；itspagesareourfood；welearntorepeatit；weweepmuch，forinsunshineandinshade，intheearlymorningorthelateevening，inthefieldorinthehouse，thedevilwalkswithus。
Hecomestoarealperson，copper—colouredface，headalittleononeside，foreheadknit，askingquestions。Believeme，itwerebettertobefollowedbythreedeadlydiseasesthanbyhim。Heisneversilenced——withoutmercy。
Thoughthedropsofbloodstandoutonyourhearthewillputhisquestion。
Softlyhecomesup（weareonlyaweebitchild）；\"IsitgoodofGodtomakehell？WasitkindofHimtoletnoonebeforgivenunlessJesusChristdied？\"
Thenhegoesoff，andleavesuswrithing。Presentlyhecomesback。
\"DoyouloveHim？\"——waitsalittle。\"DoyouloveHim？Youwillbelostifyoudon’t。\"
Wesaywetryto。
\"Butdoyou？\"Thenhegoesoff。
Itisnothingtohimifwegoquitemadwithfearatourownwickedness。
Heaskson，thequestioningdevil；hecaresnothingwhathesays。Welongtotellsomeone，thattheymayshareourpain。Wedonotyetknowthatthecupofafflictionismadewithsuchanarrowmouththatonlyonelipcandrinkatatime，andthateachman’scupismadetomatchhislip。
Onedaywetrytotellsomeone。Thenagraveheadisshakensolemnlyatus。Wearewicked，verywicked，theysayweoughtnottohavesuchthoughts。Godisgood，verygood。Wearewicked，verywicked。Thatisthecomfortweget。Wicked！Oh，Lord！dowenotknowit？Isitnotthesenseofourownexceedingwickednessthatisdryingupouryoungheart，fillingitwithsand，makingalllifeadust—binforus？
Wicked？Weknowit！Tooviletolive，tooviletodie，tooviletocreepoverthis，God’searth，andmoveamongHisbelievingmen。Hellistheoneplaceforhimwhohateshismaster，andtherewedonotwanttogo。Thisisthecomfortwegetfromtheold。
Andonceagainwetrytoseekforcomfort。Thistimegreateyeslookatuswondering，andlovelylittlelipssay：
\"Ifitmakesyousounhappytothinkofthesethings，whydoyounotthinkofsomethingelse，andforget？\"
Forget！Weturnawayandshrinkintoourself。Forget，andthinkofotherthings！Oh，God！dotheynotunderstandthatthematerialworldisbutafilm，througheveryporeofwhichGod’sawfulspiritworldisshiningthroughonus？Wekeepasfarfromothersaswecan。
Onenight，arareclearmoonlightnight，wekneelinthewindow；everyoneelseisasleep，butwekneelreadingbythemoonlight。Itisachapterintheprophets，tellinghowthechosenpeopleofGodshallbecarriedontheGentiles’shoulders。Surelythedevilmightleaveusalone；thereisnotmuchtohandleforhimthere。Butpresentlyhecomes。
\"Isitrightthereshouldbeachosenpeople？ToHim，whoisfathertoall，shouldnotallbedear？\"
Howcanweanswerhim？Wewerefeelingsogoodtillhecame。WeputourheaddownontheBibleandblisteritwithtears。Thenwefoldourhandsoverourheadandpray，tillourteethgrindtogether。Oh，thatfromthatspirit—world，sorealandyetsosilent，thatsurroundsus，onewordwouldcometoguideus！Weareleftalonewiththisdevil；andGoddoesnotwhispertous。SuddenlyweseizetheBible，turningitroundandround，andsayhurriedly：
\"ItwillbeGod’svoicespeakingtous；Hisvoiceasthoughweheardit。\"
WeyearnforatokenfromtheinexorablySilentOne。
Weturnthebook，putourfingerdownonapage，andbendtoreadbythemoonlight。ItisGod’sanswer。Wetremble。
\"ThenfourteenyearsafterIwentupagaintoJerusalemwithBarnabas，andtookTituswithmealso。\"
Foraninstantourimaginationseizesit；wearetwisting，twirling，tryingtomakeanallegory。Thefourteenyearsarefourteenmonths；wearePaulandthedevilisBarnabas，Titusis——Thenasuddenloathingcomestous：
weareliarsandhypocrites，wearetryingtodeceiveourselves。WhatisPaultous——andJerusalem？WeareBarnabasandTitus？Weknownotthemen。Beforeweknowweseizethebook，swingitroundourhead，andflingitwithallourmighttothefurtherendoftheroom。Weputdownourheadagainandweep。
Youthandignorance；isthereanythingelsethatcanweepso？Itisasthoughthetearsweredropsofbloodcongealedbeneaththeeyelids；nothingelseislikethosetears。Afteralongtimeweareweakwithcrying，andliesilent，andbychanceweknockagainstthewoodthatstopsthebrokenpane。Itfalls。Uponourhotstifffaceasweetbreathofwindblows。Weraiseourhead，andwithourswolleneyeslookoutatthebeautifulstillworld，andthesweetnight—windblowsinuponus，holyandgentle，likealovingbreathfromthelipsofGod。Overusadeeppeacecomes，acalm，stilljoy；thetearsnowflowreadilyandsoftly。Oh，theunutterablegladness！Atlast，atlastwehavefoundit！\"ThepeacewithGod。\"\"Thesenseofsinsforgiven。\"Alldoubtvanished，God’svoiceinthesoul，theHolySpiritfillingus！WefeelHim！WefeelHim！Oh，JesusChrist，throughyou，throughyouthisjoy！Wepressourhandsuponourbreastandlookupwardwithadoringgladness。Softwavesofblissbreakthroughus。
\"ThepeacewithGod。\"\"Thesenseofsinsforgiven。\"Methodistsandrevivalistssaythewords，andthemockingworldshootsoutitslip，andwalksbysmiling——\"Hypocrite。\"
Therearemorefoolsandfewerhypocritesthanthewiseworlddreamsof。
Thehypocriteisrareasicebergsinthetropics；thefoolcommonasbuttercupsbesideawater—furrow：whetheryougothiswayorthatyoutreadonhim；youdarenotlookatyourownreflectioninthewaterbutyouseeone。Thereisnocantphrase，rottenwithage，butitwasthedressofalivingbody；nonebutatheartitsignifiesarealbodilyormentalconditionwhichsomehavepassedthrough。
Afterhoursandnightsoffrenziedfearofthesupernaturaldesiretoappeasethepowerabove，afiercequiveringexcitementineveryinchofnerveandbloodvessel，therecomesatimewhennaturecannotendurelonger，andthespringlongbentrecoils。Wesinkdownemasculated。Upcreepsthedeadlydeliciouscalm。
\"Ihaveblottedoutasacloudthysins，andasathickcloudthytrespasses，andwillrememberthemnomoreforever。\"Weweepwithsofttransportingjoy。
Afewexperiencethis；manyimaginetheyexperienceit，onehereandthereliesaboutit。Inthemain，\"ThepeacewithGod；asenseofsinsforgiven，\"standsforacertainmentalandphysicalreaction。Itsrealitythoseknowwhohavefeltit。
Andwe，onthatmoonlightnight，putdownourheadonthewindow，\"Oh，God！
wearehappy，happy；thychildforever。Oh，thankyou，God！\"andwedropasleep。
NextmorningtheBiblewekiss。WeareGod’sforever。Wegoouttowork，anditgoeshappilyallday，happilyallnight；buthardlysohappily，nothappilyatall，thenextday；andthenextnightthedevilasksus，\"whereisyourHolySpirit？\"
Wecannottell。
