The Argosy — page 162: what you’re looking at

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Many Waters Quench not Love. 147 eranted me was followed by the direst sorrow. But I buried the sorrow. It was the joy that lived and has been my companion and comfort all these long, long years; the joy of having known love fully once; the certainty that all true love holds immortality within it. Thank God that He gave me strength to take up many cares and interests and to live ‘with all my might.’ It has not been a useless life, and now at the end, He has given me this great wish of my heart, this crowning joy—to look even yet again upon the face of Ernest Picardy.” She had no more tears to shed, they were done with for ever, and she was very calm. Two or three sighs she gave, but there was nothing to tell whether they sprang from sadness or from the satisfaction of a deep content. When Laura returned she found her aunt still sitting there, but her spirit had flown. Disease of the heart had long threatened, and agitation so unwonted at her age was all that was needed to snap life’s silver cord. ‘The fulness of her cup had overflowed, and the hour in which she had looked again upon her early love had been her last. In one heartfelt Nunc Dimittis, she had passed from age and helplessness and pain into the country where such things are not, and it is many a year now since Ernest Picardy joined her there. When she lay in her coffin and they went to look at her and give her a last kiss, who had always spoken to them such wise and loving words, they were awed, even the most careless, at the unutterable joy and peace upon her face. And they said that a look of her youth had come back to it, in this her final sleep. COMICAOO Ss (CO)