Half broken by despair,

Hath laid its burden by the cross,

And found a mother there.

Mary,’ the dearest name of all,

The holiest and the best,

The first low word that Jesus lisped

Laid on His mother’s breast.”

—A. A. Proctor.

There had come a great change to the home of the De Griffins at Bozrah, without and within. Shrubs and vines grew about the old stone house in profusion, birds sang contentedly at its casements, and kittens, undisturbed, played around its doors. These were tokens of the new inner life.