“Oh! a great deal—more than I can remember.”
“You can recollect something?”
“Oh yes. He said that our spiritual bodies were as perfectly organized as our material bodies, and that they could see, and hear, and feel.”
“He said truly. That our spirits have vision every one admits, when he uses the words, on presenting some idea or principle to another—’Can’t you see it?’ The architect sees the palace or temple before he embodies it in marble, and thus makes it visible to natural eyes. So does the painter see his picture; and the sculptor his statue in the unhewn stone. You see the form of your absent father with a distinctness of vision that makes every feature visible; but not with the eyes of your body.”
“No, not with my bodily eyes,” said Fanny. “I have thought a great deal about this since I talked with Mr. Allison; and the more I think of it, the more clearly do I perceive that we have spiritual bodies as well as natural bodies.”
“And the inevitable conclusion is, that the spiritual body must live, breathe, and act in a world above or within the natural world, where all things are adapted to its functions and quality.”
“In this world are the spiritual flowers we were speaking about?” said Mrs. Markland, smiling.
“Yes, ma’am; in this world of
“I am bewildered,” said Mrs. Markland, “by these suggestions. That a volume of truth lies hidden from common eyes in this direction, I can well believe. As yet my vision is too feeble to penetrate the vail.”
“If you look steadily in this direction, your eyes will, in time, get accustomed to the light, and gradually see clearer and clearer,” said Mrs. Willet.
CHAPTER XXV.
SOME incidents interrupted the conversation at this point, and when it flowed on again, it was in a slightly varied channel, and gradually changed from the abstract into matters of more personal interest.
“What a mystery is life!” exclaimed Mrs. Markland, the words following an observation that fell from the lips of Mr. Willet.
“Is it a mystery to you?” was asked, with something of surprise in the questioner’s tone.
“There are times,” replied Mrs. Markland, “when I can see a harmony, an order, a beauty in every thing; but my vision does not always remain clear. Ah! if we could ever be content to do our duty in the present, and leave results to Him who cares for us with an infinite love!”
“A love,” added Mrs. Willet, “that acts by infinite wisdom. Can we not trust these fully? Infinite love and infinite wisdom?”
“Yes!—yes!—reason makes unhesitating response. But when dark days come, how the poor heart sinks! Our faith is strong when the sky is bright. We can trust the love and wisdom of our Maker when broad gleams of sunshine lie all along our pathway.”
“True; and therefore the dark days come to us as much in mercy as the bright ones, for they show us that our confidence in Heaven is not a living faith. ‘There grows much bread in the winter night,’ is a proverb full of a beautiful significance. Wheat, or bread, is, in the outer world of nature, what good is in the inner world of spirit. And as well in the winter night of trial and adversity is bread grown, as in the winter of external nature. The bright wine of truth we crush from purple clusters in genial autumn; but bread grows even while the vine slumbers.”
“I know,” said Mrs. Markland, “that, in the language of another, ‘sweet are the uses of adversity.’ I know it to be true, that good gains strength and roots itself deeply in the winter of affliction and adversity, that it may grow up stronger, and produce a better harvest in the end. As an abstract truth, how clear this is! But, at the first chilling blast, how the spirit sinks; and when the sky grows dull and leaden, how the heart shivers!”
“It is because we rest in mere natural and external things as the highest good.”
“Yes—how often do we hear that remarked! It is the preacher’s theme on each recurring Sabbath,” said Mrs. Markland, in an abstracted way. “How often have words of similar import passed my own lips, when I spoke as a mentor, and vainly thought my own heart was not wedded to the world and the good things it offers for our enjoyment!”
“If we are so wedded,” said Mrs. Willet, in her earnest, gentle way, “is not that a loving Providence which helps us to a knowledge of the truth, even though the lesson prove a hard one to learn—nay, even if it be acquired under the rod of a stern master?”
“Oh, yes, yes!” said Mrs. Markland, unhesitatingly.
“It is undoubtedly true,” said Mrs. Willet, “that all things of natural life are arranged, under Providence, with a special view to the formation and development within us of spiritual life, or the orderly and true lives of our spirits. We are not born into this world merely to eat, drink, and enjoy sensual and corporeal pleasures alone. This is clear to any mind on the slightest reflection. The pleasures of a refined taste, as that of music and art, are of a higher and more enduring character than these; and of science and knowledge, still more enduring. Yet not for these, as the highest development of our lives, were we born. Taste, science, knowledge, even intelligence, to which science and knowledge open the door, leave us still short of our high destiny. The Temple of Wisdom is yet to be penetrated.”
“Science, knowledge, intelligence, wisdom!” said Mrs. Markland, speaking slowly and thoughtfully. “What a beautiful and orderly series! First we must learn the dead formulas.”
“Yes, the lifeless scientifics, if they may so be called, must first be grounded in the memory. Arrangement and discrimination follow. One fact or truth is compared with another, and the mind thus comes to know, or has knowledge. Mere facts in the mind are lifeless without thought. Thought broods over dead science in the external memory, and knowledge is born.”
“How clear! How beautiful!” ejaculated Mrs. Markland.
“But knowledge is little more than a collection of materials, well arranged; intelligence builds the house.”
“And wisdom is the inhabitant,” said Mrs. Markland, whose quick perceptions were running in advance.
“Yes—all that preceded was for the sake of the inhabitant. Science is first; then knowledge, then intelligence
