In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction.
We see no white-winged angels now.
But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads them forth gently towards a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child’s.
From George Eliot’s Silas Marmer (1861)


















