the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die
Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.
"Live, then, and be happy, beloved children of my heart! and never forget, that until the day when God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these two words, 'Wait and hope.'
"Your friend,
"Edmond Dantes,
"Count of Monte-Cristo."
During the perusal of this letter, which informed Valentine, for the
first time, of the madness of her father and the death of her brother,
she became pale, a heavy sigh escaped from her bosom, and tears, not
the less painful because they were silent, ran down her cheeks; her
happiness cost her very dear.
Morrel looked round uneasily.
"But," he said, "the count's generosity is too overwhelming; Valentine will be satisfied with my humble fortune. Where is the count, friend? Lead me to him."
Jacopo pointed toward the horizon.
"What do you mean?" asked Valentine. "Where is the count?—where is Haydée?"
"Look!" said Jacopo.
The eyes of the young people were fixed upon the spot indicated by the sailor, and on the blue line separating the sky from the Mediterranean sea, they perceived a large white sail, like the wing of a sea-mew.
"Gone!" said Morrel; "gone!—Adieu, my friend!—Adieu, my father!"
"Gone!" murmured Valentine. "Adieu, my friend!—adieu, my sister!"
"Who can say whether we shall ever see them again?" said Morrel, with tearful eyes.
"My friend," replied Valentine, "has not the count just told us that all human wisdom was contained in these two words,
"' Wait and hope'?"
THE END.
