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392 SKETCHES.
thy bitterness, thy pangs would not have been felt, and no
look of regret would they have turned back to the friendly,
earthly home. Regret? yes, for who can deny that it is
good and beautiful to live here in this world, when we have
there built a bright and peaceful home; when every day
that passes leaves behind a kindly memory; when every
day that dawns upon us is greeted with silent hope.
When life, notwithstanding all its shadows, still has a
bright side, then death, at least for a while, appears to us a
dark angel. But it was not now death which reunited
the sisters ; it was life, it was joy.
And when they arrived at the full consciousness thereof,
when they found themselves locked in each other’s arms,
meeting again ina life full of love, then they felt ove I
feel in my heart for them.
I remember having seen a beautiful engraving of a
painting, in the Vienna gallery of paintings, representing
the return of the “prodigal son” to the parental home.
The father bends his head in joy, in love, and in sorrow
over the son, who, kneeling before him and contrite, hides
his face upon his father’s knees. Only a small part of the
profile is visible—a large tear rolls slowly down the furrowed
cheek. I will follow the painter’s example, and leave it to
the feeling and loving heart to imagine what pen or pencil
would vainly try to tell.
THE MORNING.
Oh! that I were like the ray of that bright autumnal
sun, which, on the morning after the events which I have
now related, peeped through the snow-white curtains into
“Cecilia’s room,” and that I could shed the same cheerful
light and life over my narrative, as that which this ray
shed over the little world in that room! Then would my
reader exclaim : “ It is the home of comfort and of bliss!”
Comfort! Let me see if with the help of the pen of the
blessed “ Beata Commonplace,” which she has bequeathed
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