"No ma'am; she is one of the spirits of the just made perfect; and according to my notion, that's better than to be a born seraph. Angels may praise and glorify the Lamb, but they haven't so much to be thankful for as we."
"I do not understand you. They have been happy from all Eternity; and those who have lived in this world, have had sorrow and pain and sin—'mourning all their days.'"
"They needn't, ma'am—
'Why should the children of a King
Go mourning all their days!'"
said Will readily—"He holds us up under whatever trouble we have; unless we bring it upon ourselves by our transgressions, and He will deliver us then, if we call to Him. The Saviour is the Christian's glory and song—He didn't die for angels."
Ida mused. "There is a question I wish to ask you," said she. "God can do as He pleases;—can He not?"
"Certainly, Mistis—'He worketh according to the counsel of His own will.'"
"And He is very pitiful and gracious?" she continued.
"Like as a father pitieth his children, Mistis."
"Then when He knows that we are miserable and sinful and helpless, why does not He take pity on us, and make us good and happy?"