also been deprived through the whole part of her early life? Not by any means. Neither was she unhappy.
It is not always the severing of a tie, or the awakening thrill of a new love, that sends us in quest of higher knowledge, and a grander, deeper life. It is the natural unfolding of the divine nature within us, a reaching after something we cannot grasp,—the natural cry of the mortal child for its immortal parent. There come such moments to all men and women, varying in degree according to different temperaments, but none the less real,—times when the unutterable aspirations of the soul may be compared to a prisoned bird longing to soar aloft in the full and free exercise of its powers, and yet unable to free itself.
Have patience;—a time will arrive when an angel will come to unlock the prison door; while through these years of earnest waiting the needed preparation goes on for the appointed work.
There are those, patient waiters, faithful watchers, whose mission seems to be, to serve by waiting, and no idle mission is it. They are an indispensable element in society,—the medium through which the leaven of a bolder truth than they have dared, or had the ability to proclaim, finds its way by their acceptance of it to circles whence otherwise it would be excluded.
It is true that to some only "it is given to know the mystery of the kingdom of God," who are the ordained servants of the lowest, speaking for them in terms they readily understand, but which they have
