T. S. Arthur,
Riches have wings; or, A tale for the rich and poor
(1847)
“ To lose so good a son, in the first ripe years of manhood, is, indeed, an affliction, and one for which there seems, at first, no solace.”“There is none, Mr. Carlton,” returned the father, with something stern and indignant in the tone of his voice.“Say not so, Mr. Townsend,” replied the minister. “There is a balm for every wound—a solace for every affliction. He who sends sorrow, will surely send the power to bear it, and enable the sufferer, like the bee, to extract honey even from a noxious plant. All that we are made to endure here, is for our good.” ”
