text: " "Dear Ellen!" I exclaimed "how little has sorrow to do with your affliction!" "And why dear Caleb? Have you never found that the difficulties of the broad day melt away beneath the influences of the quiet lovely night? Have you never been perplexed in the bustle and tumult of the day and has not truth revealed itself when all was dark and still? This is my night and in sickness I have seen the eye of God upon me and heard his words as I have never seen and heard before?" It was in this manner that she would talk not more disturbed nay not so much as when in happier times I never heard her speak of the troubles and anxieties of her poor villagers