"
"Go to the piano, Phyllis. We will say it in song;" and the Bishop
lifted a hymn book, opened it, and pointed out the hymn to Richard
and John.
"Come, we will have a soldier's hymn, two of as grand verses as Charles
Wesley ever wrote:
"Captain of Israel's host, and Guide
Of all who seek the land above,
Beneath thy shadow we abide,
The cloud of thy protecting love:
Our strength thy grace, our rule thy word,
Our end the glory of the Lord.
"By thy unerring Spirit led,
We shall not in the desert stray;
We shall not full direction need;
Nor miss our providential way;
As far from danger as from fear,
While love, almighty love, is near."
The Bishop and Richard went with John to New Orleans in the morning.
Phyllis was glad to be alone. She had tried to send her lover away
cheerfully; but there is always the afterward. The "afterward" to
Phyllis was an extreme sadness that was almost lethargy. Many crushed
souls have these fits of somnolent depression; and it does no good
either to reproach them, or to point out that physical infirmity is
the cause. They know what the sorrowful sleep of the apostles in the
garden of Olivet was, and pity them. Phyllis wept slow, heavy tears
until she fell into a deep slumber, and she did not awaken until
Harriet was spreading the cloth upon a small table for her lunch.
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