580 THE SNOW DROP. 



to Christ evidence that the clearness of lier vl<:»ys 

 was not merely an operation of the mind — it was 

 an illumination of the sonl. 



Yet lliongh enabled to rejoice in spirit, some- 

 times with joy unspeakable and full of glory, her 

 earthly sorrow pressed heavily on the heart so 

 early bereft of its idolized treasure. To me alone 

 was the privilege allowed of numbering over with 

 her the little relics of by-gone hours ; and of 

 gazing on his miniature ; where his beautiful fea- 

 tures, that never seemed to have lost the noble 

 simplicity of expression that characterized his child- 

 hood, recalled many endearing little incidents to 

 my mind, on the recital of which she dwelt with 

 sad delight. One occasion I well remember, when 

 the depth of her feelings was displayed in a sin- 

 gular manner ; and this I often think upon, when 

 revelling in the contemplation of my flower-garden 

 at the height of its glory. 



She came to me one morning, and found me 

 still in my bed, suffering from a sore throat. A 

 basket of flowers had just arrived from a distant 

 friend, which, moistened by a shower of rain, I 

 dared not then unpack. When she entered, I called 

 out, ' Theresa, you are just the person I wanted. 

 I can trust precious flowers in your careful little 

 hands ; and you shall arranjre them with all the 

 taste that you are mistress of.' She threw a hasty 

 glance on my blooming store, smiled very faintly, 



