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-- certainly in order first that the blue sky of a deeper peace might reflect itself in the hitherto darkened waters of her soul . Perhaps some of my readers may think that she had enough to repent of to keep her from weariness . She had plenty to repent of , no doubt ; but repentance , between the paroxysms of its bitterness , is a very dreary and November-like state of the spiritual weather . For its foggy mornings and cheerless noons can not believe in the sun of spring , soon to ripen into the sun of summer ; and its best time is the night , that shuts out the world and weeps its fill of slow tears . But she was not altogether so blameworthy as she may have appeared . Her affectations had not been altogether false . She valued , and in a measure possessed , the feelings for which she sought credit .