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But my soul, still living,
Speaks its words of comfort sweet,
Grandest promise giving
That again we'll meet.
"I should think," continued Quincy, "that those words were particularly
well suited to be sung at a funeral. I shall have to ask my friend
Bradley to have his quartette learn them, so as to be ready when I need
them."
"Oh! Mr. Sawyer," cried Alice, with a strong tone of reproof in her
voice, "how can you speak so lightly of death?"
"Pardon me," replied Quincy, "if I have unintentionally wounded your
feelings, but after all life is only precious to those who have
something to live for."
"But you certainly," said Alice, "can see something in life worth living
for."
"Yes," assented Quincy, "I can see it, but I am not satisfied in my own
mind that I shall ever be able to possess it."
"Oh, you must work and wait and hope!" cried Alice.
"I shall be happy to," he said, "if you will be kind and say an
encouraging word to me, so that I may not grow weary of the battle of
life."
"I should be pleased to help you all I can," she said sweetly.


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