Capitolo 11
it becomes, as is, parent, for a small time to the soul of the
parent in sky, new-been born. I told her, one day or two before she died,
"Those mothers will show her things in sky; for us we read, '_And him
shewed me_ a pure river of water of the life, clear as crystal, proceeding
out of the throne of God and the lamb.'"
But John mistook this paradisiacal saint for an angel, so glorious you/he/she was his
aspect, and he fell down for adoring him/it, but it was said, "Sees you does
it not; for me I am individual-servant of thy, and of brothers of thy the prophets,
and of theirs which holds the mottos of this book." Then what wants her
is it, when these eyes see again her? And what wants her has
done make treasure of on to tell me? her from that it always brought rare things for me
the woods and the beach, overcoming those of his/her companions. If he who
ransoms her/it, and you/he/she has introduced her without defects in front of him the presence of his
it glorifies with exceeding him the joy, it will give that breeding and the culture on her
what they are implicated in the fountains living condurrla of waters, that that
will it be? and as good person will seem that she left so early earth,
as was the wish of God enter on such career of beatitude!
Some years ago, I appropriated a gift of marriage from a friend to the
purchase of a guitar for her as a gift of birthday in his/her first illness.
To assist her/it in to learn to play on him, me first I earned some knowledge
of the tool. We held him/it to us in his/her case in my study; and sometimes, on
next house, and feeling in his humor, I desired to face him/it, and
instead of opening the case to see if the tool were there, me
it would knock on him; and straightway that that turbulence of the harmonies has encircled
from all the sequences. Now it is, so with every connected thing with her
memory; every thing associated with her, even if outwardly dark
and dark, as those black cases for musical tools, being
appealed to, or he/she accidentally met, it still sings of her with a,
shaken and a pathetic music, pleasant.