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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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