Woman never doubts but that her offspring will become an angel. She has seen it so in her dreams.
Dreams or realities? Winged visions, raptures of the night, which we shall weep so bitterly in the morning! If ye really were! If, indeed, ye lived! If we had lost some of the causes of our regret! If, from stars to stars, re-united, and launched on an eternal flight, we all performed in companionship a happy pilgrimage through the illimitable goodness!
At times one is apt to believe it. Something whispers us that these dreams are not all dreams, but glimpses of a world of truth, momentary flashes revealed through these lower clouds, certain promises to be hereafter fulfilled, while the pretended reality it is that should be stigmatized as a foul delusion.
THE FIRST FLUTTERINGS OF THE WING.