The gates ajar. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

The Gates Ajar. 8r
" I don't suppose anything else. Are we to
spend ages of joy, a company of mutes together? Why not talk?"
" I supposed we should sing, - but "
"Why not talk as well as sing? Does not
song involve the faculty of speech? — unless
you would like to make canaries of us."
"Ye-es. Why, yes."
"There are the visitors at the beautiful
Mount of Transfiguration again. Did not they
talk with each other and with Christ? Did
not John talk with the angel who'shewed him
those things'?"
" And you mean to say - "' I mean to say that if there is such a thing
as common sense, you will talk with Roy as
you talked with him here, - only not as you
talked with him here, because there will be no
troubles nor sins, no anxieties nor cares, to
talk about; no ugly shades of cross words or
little quarrels to be made up; no fearful look
ing-for of separation."
I laid my head upon her shoulder, and
could hardly speak for the comfort that she
gave me.
"Yes, I believe we shall talk and laugb ain
joke and play-"
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