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benignant arch of heaven, changes in some de- 

 gree its character. It is Sorrow still, but it is 

 Sorrow with a difference. It seems to merge 

 into the category of other things ; terrible ones, it 

 is true, but still natural earthquakes, volcanoes, 

 avalanches, pestilences, and so forth things that 

 we shrink from, but that we cannot reasonably 

 resent. The sense of wrong, of hardship, of 

 bitterness, of personal injustice, seems by de- 

 grees to melt away from it, and therefore it 

 can be better faced. At least it is well that we 

 should tell ourselves so. 



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