_In preparing the book for Press it was thought desirable
to obtain, and include, an introduction by an author whose
sympathies would commend it to the general public. Miss
Marie Corelli immediately came to mind. No one could essay
the task better._
_To Miss Marie Corelli, then, the publisher wrote for
assistance. It was generously, courteously, and promptly
given. His best thanks are recorded here for this able and
kindly help in producing what he hopes will bring comfort
to a multitude who sorrow and some financial assistance to
that benevolent and deserving institution, the British Red
Cross Society._)
All over the world to-day looms the brooding shadow of Death--that
strange and solemn Mystery which to most of us seems a complete
Disappearance for ever into the eternal Unknown. Though truly, if our
faith in God be perfect, we should not look upon it as a Shadow, but
a Brightness; a glorious fulfilment for which the experiences and
trials of this present life are the needful training and preparation.
Nevertheless, the ties of human affection are strong, and partings
are always bitter--so that whether our beloved ones go away from us
for weeks, months, or years--whether to a far country or to another
world--it is hard to say “good-bye!” and the sorrow of separation is
the sorrow of all the lives that are left thus lonely. The strongest
and bravest of us know well enough that those we have lost are not
really “dead,” but living elsewhere; yet the fact that they are not
actually with us--that we cannot hear their voices or hold their hands
in our own--is sufficient to crush us down under such a burden of grief
that we feel as if we could never lift up our eyes to heaven again or
trust the great Power Invisible which has allowed us to be deprived of
all we hold most dear. Nothing can be said in the way of consolation
that does not, at such a time, sound poor and trivial. A great grief
is of all things the most sacred: and even the gentle words of the
gentlest and most compassionate friend hurt like a careless touch on an
open wound.
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