Santon. Blessings on thee, noble girl! would there were more like thee
to be found in this sinful world below! But what is a blessing craved by
the lips of frail mortal, compared with the seraph blessings showered
upon thy gentle head, from her who is looking down upon her child, as
thy voice is raised in prayer to the God of this motherless one, that
she may find refuge beneath the shadow of his wing.
The last farewell was spoken by poor Winnie, with an aching heart, Mr.
Santon had pressed the Sea-flower's hand, with a tear in his eye, as if
reluctant to let her go, lest the severing of one of the last ties
which bound him to happy days, should be too much for his sorrowing
heart,--and she had gone, leaving her impress upon the hearts of all who
had met and loved her. Her spirit was the spirit of love, forgiving as
she hoped to be forgiven,--her sins, which, had it not been said of man,
"not one is perfect," we should have looked upon as of no deeper stains
than are of the newly washen lambs, gambolling in fresh pastures of
innocence. Even to Mrs. Santon's unpardonable slight, in not giving her
a parting salutation, pleading one of her timely headaches as an excuse
for her non-appearance at the hour of separation,--the Sea-flower had
left for her a kind farewell.
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