I say maternal, as well as conjugal, for two
dear babes had brought into this home attendant angels from the
higher heaven.
A soft astral lamp threw its mellow rays about the room. Mr.
Wallingford had a book open in his hand, from which he had been
reading aloud to his wife and Constance. He closed the volume as I
entered, and rising, took my hand, saying, with even more than his
usual cordiality--
"Now our circle is complete."
"Excuse me from rising, Doctor," said Mrs. Wallingford, a smile of
welcome giving increased beauty to her countenance, as she offered
the hand that was free--the other held her babe, just three months
old, tenderly to her bosom.
"What have you been reading?" I asked, as I seated myself, and
glanced towards the volume which Mr. Wallingford had closed and laid
upon the table.
"A memorable relation of the Swedish Seer," he replied, smiling.
"Touching marriage in heaven," said I, smiling in return.
"Or, to speak more truly," he replied, "the union of two souls in
heaven, into an eternal oneness. Yes, that was the subject, and it
always interests me deeply.
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