"As one whom his mother comforteth!" Oh, tender and wonderful

consolation! It is the mother that turns the bitter waters of life into

wine. Bram talked his sorrow over to his mother's love and pity and

sympathy; and when she parted with him, long after the midnight, she

said cheerfully, "Thou hast a brave soul, mijn zoon, mijn Bram; and

this trouble is not all for thy loss and grief. A sweet memory will this

beautiful Miriam be as long as thou livest; and to have loved well a

good woman will make thee always a better man for it."




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