The gates ajar. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

238 The Gates Ajar.'Nevertheless, I am not afraid of the dark.
God bless Mr. Robertson for saying that! I'm
going to bless him when I see him. How
pleasant it will be to see him, and some other
friends whose faces I never saw in this world.
David, for instance, or Paul, or Cowper, or
President Lincoln, or Mrs. Browning. The
only trouble is that I am nobody to them!
However, I fancy that they will let me shake
hands with them.
"No, I am quite willing to trust all these
things to God.'And what if much be still unknown?
Thy Lord shall teach thee that,
When thou shalt stand before His throne,
Or sit as Mary sat.'
I may find them very different from what I
have supposed. I know that I shall find them
infinitely more satisfying than I have supposed.
As Schiller said of his philosophy,'Perhaps I
may be ashamed of my raw design, at sight of
the true original. This may happen; I expect
it; but then, if reality bears no resemblance to
my dreams, it will be a more majestic, a more
delightful surprise.'
"I believe nothing that God denies. I cannot overrate the beauty of his promise. So