The gates ajar. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

The Gates Ajar. 93
And I meant to give you only the good cheer
of a cheery friend. No, I do not care to go this
afternoon, nor any afternoon, till my Father
is ready for me. Wherever he has most
for me to do, there I wish, —yes, I think I
wish to stay. He knows best."
After a pause, I asked again, "Why did He
not tell us more about this thing, -about their
presence with us? You see if I could know
it!"
"The mystery of the Bible lies not so much
in what it says, as in what it does not say," she
replied. "But I suppose that we have been
told all that we can comprehend in this world.
Knowledge on one point might involve knowledge on another, like the links of a chain, till
it stretched far beyond our capacity. At any
rate, it is not for me to break the silence.
That is God's affair. I can only accept the
fact. Nevertheless, as Dr. Chalmers says:'It
were well for us all could we carefully draw
the line between the secret things which belong to God and the things which are, revealed
and belong to us and to our children.' Some
one else,- Whately, I think, —I remember to
have noticed as speaking about these very subjects to this effect, - that precisely because we