backward, as if some illumination had given her a new decision. "That must be the best life."
"What life, my dear child?"
"Why, that where one bears and does everything because of some great and strong feeling—so that this and that in one's circumstances don't signify."
"Yea, verily; but the feeling that should be thus supreme is devotedness to the Divine Will."
Esther did not speak; her father's words did not fit on to the impressions wrought in her by what he had told her. She sat down again, and said, more quietly,
"Mamma did not speak much of my—first father?"
"Not much, dear. She said he was beautiful to the eye, and good and generous; and that his family was of those who have been long privileged among their fellows. But now I will deliver to you the letters, which, together with a ring and locket, are the only visible memorials she retained of him."
Mr Lyon reached and delivered to Esther the box containing the relics. "Take them, and examine them in privacy, my dear. And that I may no more err by concealment, I will tell you some late occurrences that bear on these memorials, though
