but he has always gathered good from those straits, and has never again
felt as if slow walls were closing in upon him to crush him. And he has
hopes by God’s help, and with Annie’s, of getting through at last,
without ever having dishonored his high calling.
The last time I saw him, he introduced his wife to me--having just been
telling me his and her story--with the rather enigmatical words:
“This is my wife. You cannot see her very well, for, like Hamlet, I wear
her ‘in my heart’s core, aye, in my heart of hearts!’”