"You should see the feasts of the gods in our starry realms," she
would say, as each one vied with a preceding festivity to outshine its
splendor.
After Error left her sister, Truth walked slowly and thoughtfully
towards the cottage on the hill-side. She went slowly up the path,
which wound in summer by beds of roses, to the door, and rapped
gently. It was opened by a fair and beautiful woman, who bade her
"walk in" in tones which matched the kindness of her features. The
next moment Truth felt her gentle hands removing her hood and cloak,
and felt that she was welcome. A table covered with a snowy cloth
stood in the centre of the room, on which was an abundant supply of
plain, substantial food, more attractive to a hungry traveler than more
costly viands. A chair was placed for her by the bright fire, while the
air of welcome entered her soul and drew tears from her deep, sad eyes.
It was so seldom she was thus entertained--so often that the manner of
both high and low made the highway pleasanter than their habitations.
How often had she walked alone all night unsheltered, while Error, her
sister, reposed on beds of down! The sharp contrast of their lives was
the great mystery yet unrevealed. It cost her many hours of deep and
earnest thought.
It was so rare that any one gave her welcome that her gratitude took
the form of silence. For an instant the kind woman thought her lacking;
but when her grateful look upturned to hers, as she bade her sit at
the table and partake of the bounties, all doubt of her gratitude
departed.
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