"You are only in the first pages of its record," he said. "Its blessedness must be gradually unfolded to us, or we could not, even here, bear its dazzling glory." Then followed an hour of hallowed intercourse, when he led my soul still deeper into the mysteries of the glorious life upon which I had now entered. He taught me; I listened. Sometimes I questioned, but rarely. I was content to take of the heavenly manna as it was given me, with a heart full of gratitude and love. CHAPTER IX. Not as a child shall we again behold her; For when with rapture wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child, But a fair maiden, in her Father's Mansion, Clothed with celestial grace, And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. --[Henry W. Longfellow The next day, my brother being away upon an important mission, I started out alone to see if I might not find the dear young friends of whom I had caught a fleeting glimpse the day before. I knew that all things were ordered aright in that happy world, and that sooner or later I should find them again; yet I could but hope it might be very soon. I recalled the happy light upon their fresh young faces as they had met the beloved Master, and I longed to talk with them of their life from day to day. From thinking of them, I began again to think of my blessed interview with Him, and became so absorbed in these thoughts that I was even oblivious to the beautiful world around me. Suddenly I heard some one say: "Surely that is Mrs. Sprague!" and looking up, I saw sweet Mary Bates a few steps away, regarding me intently. I cried joyfully: "My precious Mamie!" She flew to me, and folding me in her arms, drew my head to her shoulder in the old caressing way, almost sobbing in her great joy. "Dear, dear little muzzer!"--a pet name often used by her in the happy past--"how glad, how glad I am to have you here! I could scarcely wait to find you." "How did you know I was here, Mamie?" "The Master told me," she said softly. "Mae had already told me, and we were on the way to find you when we met him, and he told us he had just left you. Then we knew we must wait a little," she said reverently. How my heart thrilled! He had thought about, had spoken of me, after we parted! I longed to ask her what he had said, but dared not. Seeming to divine my thoughts, she continued: "He spoke so tenderly about you, and said we must be with you much. Mae had work to do to-day, and as she had already seen you once, I came alone. She may be here later on. May I stay a long time with you? There is so much to tell you, so much to ask about!" "Indeed you may. I had started out to find you, when we met. Come, dear child, let us return home at once." So, clinging to each other, we set out toward my home. "What shall I tell you first?" I asked.