Catherine A. Warfield, Miriam Monfort
“ The sea has given up its dead, and I am blessed. Now, dearest, Mabel is all yours;" and then she kissed me.I woke with that kiss upon my cheek.The brief and distinct vision made a deep impression on me. I awoke refreshed and strengthened, as from a magnetic slumber.At first, a sense of joy alone possessed me, but soon the great bitter burden came rolling back upon my soul, like the stone of Sisyphus, which my sleeping soul had heaved away.It is a beautiful law of our being, that we rarely dream of that which occupies and troubles us most in the daytime. ”
