"I like your way of talking," said I. There was something about the
lady that put me at ease with her, and I said this without reserve,
as if I were speaking to a friend. "It looks to higher things in
life than people usually regard as worthy of our chief
consideration. To most of us, the outer world offers the highest
attractions; only the few turn inwardly to the more beautiful world
of mind."
"Outward things fade--change--die; only spiritual things dwell in
unfading beauty. We are in a world of mere effects as to our bodies;
but the soul lives in the world of causes. Do we not spend a vain
and unprofitable life, then, if we go on building, day after day,
our tabernacle on the ever-shifting sands of time, instead of upon
the immoveable Rock of Ages? But who is guiltless of this folly? Not
I! not I!"
Again that calm, earnest voice fell to a lower key, and was veiled
by a tender sadness.
"It is something gained," she added, with returning firmness of
tone, "if, even after the sharp lessons of many years, we get
glimpses of Truth, and are willing to follow, though it be at a far
distance, the light she holds aloft.
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