soon　after　all；　and　had　to　creep　into　the　wood；　and　be　sick。　　But　it
  is　all　the　same　for　the　story。〃
  Euphra　laughed　a　feeble　but　delighted　laugh；　and　applied　the　story
  for　herself。
  So　the　winter　days　passed　on。
  〃I　wish　I　could　live　till　the　spring；〃　said　Euphra。　〃I　should　like
  to　see　a　snowdrop　and　a　primrose　again。〃
  〃Perhaps　you　will；　dear；　but　you　are　going　into　a　better　spring。　　I
  could　almost　envy　you；　Euphra。〃
  〃But　shall　we　have　spring　there？〃
  〃I　think　so。〃
  〃And　spring…flowers？〃
  〃I　think　we　shallbetter　than　here。〃
  〃But　they　will　not　mean　so　much。〃
  〃Then　they　won't　be　so　good。　　But　I　should　think　they　would　mean
  ever　so　much　more；　and　be　ever　so　much　more　spring…like。　　They　will
  be　the　spring…flowers　to　all　winters　in　one；　I　think。〃
  Folded　in　the　love　of　this　woman；　anointed　for　her　death　by　her
  wisdom；　baptized　for　the　new　life　by　her　sympathy　and　its　tears；
  Euphra　died　in　the　arms　of　Margaret。
  Margaret　wept；　fell　on　her　knees；　and　gave　God　thanks。　　Mrs。　Elton
  was　so　distressed；　that；　as　soon　as　the　funeral　was　over；　she　broke
  up　her　London　household；　sending　some　of　the　servants　home　to　the
  country；　and　taking　some　to　her　favourite　watering　place；　to　which
  Harry　also　accompanied　her。
  She　hoped　that；　now　the　affair　of　the　ring　was　cleared　up；　she
  might；　as　soon　as　Hugh　returned；　succeed　in　persuading　him　to　follow
  them　to　Devonshire；　and　resume　his　tutorship。　　This　would　satisfy
  her　anxiety　about　Hugh　and　Harry　both。
  Hugh's　mother　died　too；　and　was　buried。　　When　he　returned　from　the
  grave　which　now　held　both　father　and　mother；　he　found　a　short　note
  from　Margaret；　telling　him　that　Euphra　was　gone。　　Sorrow　is　easier
  to　bear　when　it　comes　upon　sorrow；　but　he　could　not　help　feeling　a
  keen　additional　pang；　when　he　learned　that　she　was　dead　whom　he　had
  loved　once；　and　now　loved　better。　　Margaret's　note　informed　him
  likewise　that　Euphra　had　left　a　written　request；　that　her　diamond
  ring　should　be　given　to　him　to　wear　for　her　sake。
  He　prepared　to　leave　the　home　whence　all　the　homeness　had　now
  vanished；　except　what　indeed　lingered　in　the　presence　of　an　old
  nurse；　who　had　remained　faithful　to　his　mother　to　the　last。　　The
  body　itself　is　of　little　value　after　the　spirit；　the　love；　is　out　of
  it：　so　the　house　and　all　the　old　things　are　little　enough；　after　the
  loved　ones　are　gone　who　kept　it　alive　and　made　it　home。
  All　that　Hugh　could　do　for　this　old　nurse　was　to　furnish　a　cottage
  for　her　out　of　his　mother's　furniture；　giving　her　everything　she
  liked　best。　　Then　he　gathered　the　little　household　treasures；　the
  few　books；　the　few　portraits　and　ornaments；　his　father's　sword；　and
  his　mother's　wedding…ring；　destroyed　with　sacred　fire　all　written
  papers；　sold　the　remainder　of　the　furniture；　which　he　would　gladly
  have　burnt　too；　and　so　proceeded　to　take　his　last　departure　from　the
  home　of　his　childhood。
  CHAPTER　XXIII。
  NATURE　AND　HER　LADY。
  Die　Frauen　sind　ein　liebliches　Geheimniss；　nur　verh黮lt；　nicht
  verschlossen。NOVALIS。…Moralische　Ansichten。
  Women　are　a　lovely　mysteryveiled；　however；　not　shut　up。
  Her　twilights　were　more　clear　than　our　mid…day；
  She　dreamt　devoutlier　than　most　used　to　pray。
  DR。　DONNE。
  Perhaps　the　greatest　benefit　that　resulted　to　Hugh　from　being　thus
  made　a　pilgrim　and　a　stranger　in　the　earth；　was；　that　Nature　herself
  saw　him；　and　took　him　in；　Hitherto；　as　I　have　already　said；　Hugh's
  acquaintance　with　Nature　had　been　chiefly　a　second…hand　onehe　knew
  friends　of　hers。　　Nature　in　poetrynot　in　the　form　of　Thomsonian　or
  Cowperian　descriptions；　good　as　they　are；　but　closely　interwoven
  with　and　expository　of　human　thought　and　feelinghad　long　been　dear
  to　him。　　In　this　form　he　had　believed　that　he　knew　her　so　well；　as
  to　be　able　to　reproduce　the　lineaments　of　her　beloved　face。　　But　now
  she　herself　appeared　to　himthe　grand；　pure；　tender　mother；　ancient
  in　years；　yet　ever　young；　appeared　to　him；　not　in　the　mirror　of　a
  man's　words；　but　bending　over　him　from　the　fathomless　bosom　of　the
  sky；　from　the　outspread　arms　of　the　forest…trees；　from　the　silent
  judgment　of　the　everlasting　hills。　　She　spoke　to　him　from　the　depths
  of　air；　from　the　winds　that　harp　upon　the　boughs；　and　trumpet　upon
  the　great　caverns；　and　from　the　streams　that　sing　as　they　go　to　be
  lost　in　rest。　　She　would　have　shone　upon　him　out　of　the　eyes　of　her
  infants；　the　flowers；　but　they　had　their　faces　turned　to　her　breast
  now；　hiding　from　the　pale　blue　eyes　and　the　freezing　breath　of　old
  Winter；　who　was　looking　for　them　with　his　face　bent　close　to　their
  refuge。　　And　he　felt　that　she　had　a　power　to　heal　and　to　instruct；
  yea；　that　she　was　a　power　of　life；　and　could　speak　to　the　heart　and
  conscience　mighty　words　about　God　and　Truth　and　Love。
  For　he　did　not　forsake　his　dead　home　in　haste。　　He　lingered　over　it；
  and　roamed　about　its　neighbourhood。　　Regarding　all　about　him　with
  quiet；　almost　passive　spirit；　he　was　astonished　to　find　how　his　eyes
  opened　to　see　nature　in　the　mass。　　Before；　he　had　beheld　only
  portions　and　beauties。　　When　or　how　the　change　passed　upon　him　he
  could　not　tell。　　But　he　no　longer　looked　for　a　pretty　eyebrow　or　a
  lovely　lip　on　the　face　of　nature：　the　soul　of　nature　looked　out　upon
  him　from　the　harmony　of　all；　guiding　him　unsought　to　the　discovery
  of　a　thousand　separate　delights；　while　from　the　expanded　vision　new
  meanings　flashed　upon　him　every　day。　　He　beheld　in　the　great　All　the
  expression　of　the　thoughts　and　feelings　of　the　maker　of　the　heavens
  and　the　earth　and　the　sea　and　the　fountains　of　water。　　The　powers　of
  the　world　to　come；　that　is；　the　world　of　unseen　truth　and　ideal
  reality；　were　upon　him　in　the　presence　of　the　world　that　now　is。
  For　the　first　time　in　his　life；　he　felt　at　home　with　nature；　and
  while　he　could　moan　with　the　wintry　wind；　he　no　longer　sighed　in　the
  wintry　sunshine；　that　foretold；　like　the　far…off　flutter　of　a
  herald's　banner；　the　approach　of　victorious　lady…spring。
  With　the　sorrow　and　loneliness　of　loss　within　him；　and　Nature　around
  him　seeming　to　sigh　for　a　fuller　expression　of　the　thought　that
  throbbed　within　her；　it　is　no　wonder　that　the　form　of　Margaret；　the
  gathering　of　the　thousand　forms　of　nature　into　one　intensity　and
  harmony　of　loveliness；　should　rise　again　upon　the　world　of　his
  imagination；　to　set　no　more。　　Father　and　mother　were　gone。　　Margaret
  remained　behind。　　Nature　lay　around　him　like　a　shining　disk；　that
  needed　a　visible　centre　of　intensest　lighta　shield　of　silver；　that
  needed　but　a　diamond　boss：　Margaret　alone　could　be　that　centrethat
  diamond　light…giver；　for　she　alone；　of　all　the　women　he　knew；　seemed
  so　to　drink　of　the　sun…rays　of　God；　as　to　radiate　them　forth；　for
  very　fulness；　upon　the　clouded　world。
  She　had　dawned　on　him　like　a　sweet　crescent　moon；　hanging　far…off　in
  a　cold　and　low　horizon：　now；　lifting　his　eyes；　he　saw　that　same　moon
  nearly　at　the　full；　and　high　overhead；　yet　leaning　down　towards　him
  through　the　deep　blue　air；　that　overflowed　with　her　calm　triumph　of
  light。　　He　knew　that　he　loved　her　now。　　He　knew　that　every　place　he
  went　through；　caught　a　glimmer　of　romance　the　moment　he　thought　of
  her；　that　every　most　trifling　event　that　happened　to　himself；　looked
  like　a　piece　of　a　story…book　the　moment　he　thought　of　telling　it　to
  her。　　But　the　growth　of　these　feelings　had　been　gradualso　slow　and
  gradual；　that　when　he　recognized　them；　it　seemed　to　him　as　if　he　had
  felt　them　from　the　first。　　The　fact　was；　that　as　soon　as　he　began　to
  be　capable　of　loving　Margaret；　he　had　begun　to　love　her。　　He　had
  never　been　able　to　understand　her　till　he　was　driven　into　the
  desert。　　But　now　that　Nature　revealed　herself　to　him　full　of　Life；
  yea；　of　the　Life　of　Life；　namely；　of　God　himself；　it　was　natural
  that　he　should　honour　and　love　that　'lady　of　her　own'；　that　he
  should　recognize　Margaret　as　greater　than　himself；　as　nearer　to　the
  heart　of　Natureyea；　of　God　the　father　of　all。　　She　had　been　one
  with　Nature　from　childhood；　and　when　he　began　to　be　one　with　nature
  too；　he　must　become　one　with　her。
  And　now；　in　absence；　he　began　to　study　the　character　of　her　whom；　in
  presence；　he　had　thought　he　knew　perfectly。　　He　soon　found　that　it
  was　a　Manoa；　a　golden　city　in　a　land　of　Paradisetoo　good　to　be
  believed　in；　except　by　him　who　was　blessed　with　the　beholding　of　it。
  He　knew　now　that　she　had　always　understood　what　he　was　only　just
  waking　to　recognize。　　And　he　felt　that　the　scholar　had　been　very
  patient　with　the　stupidity　of　the　master；　and　had　drawn　from　his
  lessons　a　nourishment　of　which　he　had　known　nothing　himself。
  But　dared　he　think　of　marrying　her；　a　creature　inspired　with　a
  presence　of　the　Spirit　of　God　which　none　but　the　saints　enjoy；　and
  thence　clothed　with　a　garment　of　beauty；　which　her　spirit　wove　out
  of　its　own　loveliness？　　She　was　a　being　to　glorify　any　man　merely　by
  granting　him　her　habitual　presence：　what；　then；　if　she　gave　her
  love！　　She　would　bring　with　her　the　presence　of　God　himself；　for　she
  walked　ever　in　his　light；　and　that　light　clung　to　her　and　radiated
  from　her。　　True；　many　young　maidens　must　be　walking　in　the　sunshine
  of　God；　else　whence　the　light　and　loveliness　and　bloom；　the　smile
  and　the　laugh　of　their　youth？　　But