216 her daughter's education. 
busiest time had many days and nights for her 
sister’s child when sickness came. While hope 
lingered she knew no other thoughts than those 
that centred in the frail, sweet life they all so 
longed to keep. When all failed, and the baby 
form was laid in the shadow of the granite cliffs 
— Oh, grand, majestic mountains ! guard well 
that little grave, and all the graves of sons that 
sleep beneath your care, too far away for 
mothers’ eyes to watch over them— it was to her 
the bereaved clung for comfort in their hour of 
bitter grief. 
Before these and similar memories, and in the 
presence of ceaseless exertions and self-denials 
for her daughter’s higher education, let no one 
say that any worthy, noble pursuit need diminish 
the sweetness of true womanhood, or render the 
heart, once gentle and tender, harsh and cold. 
Devotion to frivolity, and the struggle for wealth, 
fame, or any unworthy end, may, does do this, 
but the quest for truth is a search for the divine, 
and can but ennoble the soul that makes it, 
though it leads that soul through depths and 
wilds no mortal ever trod before. 
