society, and grown weary in waiting for their coming. 
Humility went with them ; and Affectionate Remem¬ 
brance, a lovely maiden, who sighed as often as she 
smiled, was also their attendant. Many a time would 
she have sunk by the way, had not Love and Con¬ 
stancy consoled her ; while Humility led her by the 
hand and whispered words of hope, whenever she felt 
low and desponding. “ I cannot help it,” said Remem¬ 
brance ; “but when I look into the past I see more of 
pain than pleasure, and as for the future, it is so check¬ 
ered with hopes and fears, that whilst I Moat, I doubt:’ 
and there ever seems some sorrow overhanging, and 
ready to settle dowrl upon what I love.” “Take 
heart,” said Constancy, “ all will yet be well; even 
Love is sometimes fretful, and it is only by leaning 
upon him, and looking into his face, that I can com¬ 
fort him ; for he seems as if he sometimes had forgot¬ 
ten that I was still at his side.” 
Humility, and Constancy, and Purity of Heart, are 
the very divinities of Love, and among the holiest 
images which we enshrine in the innermost temple of 
the soul. Humility, like a lowly and beautiful maid¬ 
en, ever walketh abroad with downcast and modest 
glance, her hands folded meekly, and her free thoughts 
