Chicago Daily Tribune Newspaper, August 13, 1874, Page 2

'\ 4 ing, my sweot,"—oxcopt for tho hopo that tho diolpline of this soparation is to worlk out for mo kiowledge, pationce, aud .subtlor soorets. in love,—1I would chafo ogainat tho fato which parts mo from you thiy wintor. - But I am eo oagor to loavo bohind me foraver, and to havoe rootod ont from mo utterly, tho tondencles which In tho past bath woll-nigh wrocked mo, that I livo my daily Jifo as thoy who porform ponanco. I havo, iudeod, boon thoroughly aroused from the lethargy of indifforonce which baa possestod mo so thoroughly, Now I ory out for wisdom, guidanco, aud o now heart, As you rogard your own happhices, put your strong arm about mo— support and bolp me, Porliaps you do not shink mo elncoro. Do trust mo! .« . . Whoro I wilto my namo, 1 impriut o wifo's kiss, ErizAnETd, WEN THOUGITS ACCOMPANY HER IUSDAND IN HI8 TIAVELS. WEDNESDAY, T 8, m,, Feb, 12, 1689, My Huspasp : Tho moon I still shining clear and Lright over my shoulder, as I alt by your deslk writing. I havo a senso of belng noar you, ~nor conld I holp thinking as I looked into its brond, biight face that thoro was intolligenco in it. Your oyo could look upon it, and porhaps wan gnzing through the car-window with like thoughty, as you left Quiney for your noxt np- pointmont. Burely, then, 1 say to myaolf, if wo both, with naturnl oyo, may look at the same object, nre wo not eldo Ly side? And I alnost folt your arm around mo. Ihavo not had such a Benea of your porsonal presence sluce you wont away. . . . Farowell Euwzapers, Wire. BEECHER'S VISITA ELICIT COMMENT, Fmpax Evexixa, Fob, 14, 1808 My ¢+ Bupply, to gratify your own hoart most perfoctly, somo endearing oplthot. I sout youmy valentino this morning, sud because L hnvo Inid out work for the morrow, with the lit- o ship, Your love shall bo enough for the remain- iog daya.” That word * onongh" scoms to bo ‘a- stolelsm In whioh you hnvo resolved to live your life; but Ipray God Ilo will supply you with friondships puro, and wifaly lovo,whiol yourgroat heartde.’ manda, withhalding vot Himaoll ay tho Chlof Lovo whigh cousumoth vot though it burn, and whono offcots are alwaya porfect rost and peaco. Agaln m ouo of your lottars you oloso with *Faithfully yowrss" that word ** faithful ” means & gront doal ; yos, darling, I bolievo it, trust it, and glve you thogamo surely with rogard tomysolt,~1amfaithful toyou, have been always, and shall forcrer be, world without cnd. P Onll not this assuranca implons. Thero oro somo things we know—blessod bo dod! I sorrow moro than: you osn for your lost frlondsbip,—as my soul atings with romorse that I was the oauso,—nnd yot, for all thix, you love mo. Honcofotth lot no ono point tha fiuger a% yonr Obristianity. Tho love which is in Ohrist Jodus abounds in your soul. . . . MI. DEEONER NOCKS THE ORADLE. ‘WepiespaY, Fob, 20, 1808, My DEan IussaNpt. . . Mr B. put our baby to eleop, Iaid him down, and coverod lhim up, tho last timo ho was horo ; said whenevor wo conld not quict him- to send for him and he would como. Hia call amused the children vory much, . . . Oh! howproud I am of you! T'm sure wo will be happior in the futuro. Had wo begun our tives whero wo now startl . . . Farowoll. Youn OwN. TRAYERS. Tiost Panvon, ‘Churaday, Fob, 27, 1868, My OwN Dean lvenasp: o . . Goods night, my dorling. 1 got nearor to youin prayor than any other way, from tho assurance that ITo who secs mo nt the pamo timo beholds you, “Phough sundered far, by faith wo meot.” tla gitly, I camo again to you to-night that you may not miss my Saturday lettor. Dleusings on you! Blessings on you, boloved | Yours from Crawtordsyillo (I shinll overmoro re- momber that plnce with gladuoss) came to-day, ‘Fo hear that you are Lappy, choorful, and love mo, is more than oven my faith could hopo. I wept over it, Flaughed ovor it, { prayed over it, and in tho midat of my cxultation, Mattio ealled in; aud, though I wus undor vows not to read your lottors, I did tho voxt best thing, which wao to get the bottle of wino you scnt me the niglt you lott, aud drank your bodily and spirit- ual health, . . . Mattio is hungry to hear from you, I think gho fcels littlo caro that Mr. B, visits hore. Boo how great a power ho aud your dear solf havo over the Lonrt, Bhe said: * Lib, I hoard through s, Bonill that Ar. B. called on you ‘Wednesdny, I belisvo ho likes you ever so much.,” Now, my darling, I bave otten urged him to visit Mattio, bolieving he wou!d find her xmoro comforting and restful than I can bo. She would bo refroshod aud choored—while, as for mo, 1 who am rich In the fullucss of your do- Jicions love, have no need. Bave for his sake T am gratified it I may miolstor, aud thank God $ho while. Oh, doar Theodoro, busband, how much I ro- joice In your lovo—am kopt in porfect humilia- tion that hio wko kuows me so woll should Jove go grandly. Thig is tha thomo of all my thoughts. o othor sentimont or creatura hath power Lo movo me. Tho chords of my heart are 86t to tho harmony of lovo for you. Now, bow I may be sblo to ex- press this to you whon you roturn, I know not.” That the flame will always burn, I know,—but that, by reason of inflrmities, it shall glow upon the choek and through the aye, I kuow not. In God ouly is my trust. Ho knows my hoart's de- sire. I implore you to live by faith, aud not by sight,” with regard to yonr doar little wife, Now to ITim who 18 ablo to keop both soul and Dody, 1 commut you this night. Farowell. Yours dovotedly, Evizaserm, NER HUSKAND'S CHEERY FPIRIT. Moxpay Niang, Feb, 17, 1868, MyOwx: . . . Yes, dstling, I have fallen (why not say risen?) desperately in love with my husband. 1 have fallen quite long enough., I enmmat toll why such lines aa theso in your let- tors depresamo: *I ama choery, good-hearted, Bhopeful, aud bright man.” In my soul I rejoice that you are, but I cannot help thinking that it s bocauso I am not with you! . . . You in- wito mo to * como and abido with you foreter,”" Al, how willing and proud sm I'to accept—it I may bless, but I shrink in terror from the jfor- cver, it I curse! ! . . . Good-night. Yours fuithfully, ErizAverit, LER IDFAT, OF A FAITNFUL MARRIAGE, TUERDAY AVTEWNOON, Fob, 18, 1808, My DanuiNa Hossaxo: . o . Ihavo faltgo hoart-sick that thero a1o 8o fowgroat men or wo- mon. The idea of a faithful, truo marriago will be lost out of tho world—cortainly out of the fitorary ond rofined world—unless twe re- siveit. . . . Ishall bave much to tell you of our donr friond, Mr. B. Ho las oponed his heart g8 you would love and admire him, To be- liove in ono hLuman being strongthons onc's foith in God. Yours always, Evzaneri, WIFE. TEACHING HER CUILPREN TO BEVERENCE MR, BEECHER. TruRsDAY MOuNING, Feb, 20, 1868, 3y Dean Mospasp: . . Yestorday af- ternoon Ihnd gono out with Bolla to do some eruands, when Mr. Becchor called with Iattio Ionedict Beecher, Ho held Flory on his lap snd chattod with Alico, to thoir great dalight, aud left Lo cnker of sonp that would keop thoir Lands from chapping. I havo often thought that the privilego Mrs, JI—"s children had, of tho intimacy with Alr, B., bad secmed moro harmful than good,—ao it must not bo with onra, Wo both teach them to reverence tho good man, and I bolieve tho foun- dutions of our friondslng aro no high and purathat T menu Lo appropriate our privileges to the hest grometh of all. And you know 1 havo a vory high idonl of friendship. By-byo. Yours forover, Wiee Erizaneru, WEART-SICK, THURSDAY LvesiNa, Feb. 20, 1808, ATy Beroven: I amso lonesoma and heart- sicl for your compauionship to-night that I hosi- tato to write lest my wocd may depress you. Good-night. Good nagols guard thy slaop. HHEN HUSRAND—UE PRAISETII LR, FWIDAY A¥TERNOON, Fob, 21, 1838, Div Cuoses oF Mex: . . . Oh my awent, you grestly overrato my attainmonts to your Trionds, and cronto in their minds an 1deal which you know by ead oxperionco can nevor bo real- ized. . . . Think of mo tenderly, Lut toll not of oxcollencies which have only begun to exiat, for I do minceroly feel that T never kmow you, and cortainly, not myself, as the lsst year bas rovonlod, o o o Farewoll, . g Yous Dean Wire, DENEDICTION, Toue, BirTiNg-Tloox, Feb, 22, 1868, My Drerovip: . . . Nothing mora to- night, #ave my ubiding end growieg love witha truo wifo's bonadiction. Buazanxe, MR, BEECHEW'S ' pREAMER," Tugsway N1ouT, Fob, 35 (probably 1808), Ay Darvuya Husnaxo: o o o T aw, o4 usnal, full of thoughts ue to hiow It will bo when *again we ave unlted. Mr, . calls mo o dreamer, 1 hopoe thoy muy prove realitica. . . . Good- night. Youn Dantixa, JRR NUSBAND AS A FRIEND AND ISSPIRER, Monbay Mosxing, Feb, 24, 1618, My Diruisa oy Dansises: . o . Ohmy poloved, 1 feol unutterblo love and sympathy for you In your angnish and ** boart-break,"—ny gou sy, il tuo biue you have givon largely, grandly, and henutlfully of your host love to frlonds,—ayo, even to your wifo,—whiloin roturn you have reccivad most ofton indlfferance, and, e host, Jovo not deserving the name, in com- porison with thine own, Do you wouder that I couplo your love, your preuoneo, and rolation to e, with tho Bavior's ? 1 lirt you np sacrodly and keop you in that ox- plted and holy placo, whore 1 roverence, raspact, pud love with tho forvoncy of my whole boing, Whataver onpacity Ihavo, T offer It yon. Tho tlosing linon of your lottor aro these wordss * 1 phall Liardly vouturo sgain upou a greab frlond- | What atiould T do had God takon you to Himsalf, and I conldnot even writo to you ? I pray in Hid infiuite meroy He call mo flrst, Yours, B, BTRIVINGS TOWARD HAPPINES. Hoax Panzos, Teb, 25, 1808, ‘My DrAnest: I have just returncd from prayor- meeling, The room was crowded and tho oxer- cises of unusual futerest. Iam inchned toap- preciato thoso privileges, for they aro passing away. Mr. Boechor cannot many years longer sustain his romarkablo froshnoss of mind, and thora cun novor be anothor stho ean fill his place tous. Ho hsd st returned from Pounsylvavia whoro ho has been all tho week, lecturing twico, + + « 1have not hoard but onee from you this week, and that was Mouday, Thero is much lost in tho days whlch bring mo no word of lovo. Yet I know in whom I trust. Your labors, aud even your vory abaenco, proves yourlove, ITow much I want to do to make you happy when you como homo! Ican dono great things; butal tho many little things which lova will suggost, theso will I do for my beloved. . SUE] DURSTE FXORTH INTO A EULOGY ON RER NUSDAND, oy, BATURDAY EVENINO, Fob, 29, 18¢8, Ah! did any man over Iove go grandly oy my boloyed? Otber friendships, publia affairs, ail #1a)] to naught " when I como to you! Though you aro in Docorah to-night, yot I hinve felt your lovo, aud.am vory gratoful for it. Ilad not re- coived o lino since Monday, end was o hungry and lonesomo that I taok ont all'your lottors and indulged mysolt me ata feast—but without eatiety, and now I long to pour out into your heart of my abundance, I am conacious of threo jots to the fountain of. my soul, to tho Grent Lover and yourself, to whom ns one I am etornally wodded; my children; and tho doar friends who trust and lovome. . . . May God's poaco abound with you. - Youn Owy Dran Wire, TE DWELLS IN NER THOUGHTS. Buxpay Evintye, March 1,1808, My Beroven: You have boeu in my thoughts all day. The morning dawned mild and olear : It wns communion Sabbath . . . Mr. B, wasin. his beat mood, carrying ua with him as ho talked of the Chistian’s victory over death, and tho reveolations which will then bo mede known to us, whon the body, with all its burdons and hinderances, shall fall oft. . . ‘Toll mo continually of your love. Y noed tho encouragorment, 1t wou't harm mo; I will be proud and happy. Good night. Youn OwN Foreven, RECIPROCITY. Wrpxesnar Monvisa, March 4, 1868, Yon, darling, I know you want me! if ever I may serve you, it i when overtaxed and weary, I am most gratoful that then you turn to me. Oh how almost perfeclty could I minister this winter, My honrt glows so porpotually I am consclona of grest ioward awakaning towsrd you. If I live I shnll torch my clildren to bagin their lovea where now Iam. I canuot concolve of anything moro dolicious than o fife consecrated to & fawhful lave. . . , Adieu, Youn OwN Drar Wirg, BUE BEEIA NEW WOUDS TO EXPRESS IER TOVE FOR MER HUSHAND. Frinax NtKa, March G, 1808, My Pnrcrous Husuaxp ¢ Lwish I might coin anew word of eudearmont that would express tho fullnoss of my soul's love, . . . Youn DeArvLy BELOVED Wire. BUIE WILL NEVER SCOLD NIM AGATN, Nunsery, SUNDAY Evenixa, March §, 1803, My Beroven: All alone, save Eliza in tho kitehen ; chiluren all nsleep about moj;, while I bave beon trying to imagine my ®tato whon I sholl again live with you and boheld your pre- clons form. This, I think, [ have decided—uo moro chidiogs, ocoldinga! An inexprossible tondorness has grown up in my soul toward you., I nover boforo say my path as clear ag now—ihnt whatover you may do, say, or be, it becometh me to bo the Christian wife ana mothertt . . ’ Mr. Beechior gave ue a pleasnnt eplsodo yester-,| doy—n visit of moro than anhonr. Tioanid, with groat Jearncstuess, you nover could know tho pratification your letter sppreciativg * Nor- wood" gavo Wim, Ho mennt to give you tha Amerieun odition and mo tho English. or vice versa, 10 that wo might havo ono ench, ., . Good night, BIIE (OIS TO A WEDDING, Hoxrx Pannom, March 10,1508, My DEARLY-BELOVED: 'Phie day I have tepart- od widely from tho usuul routive, by attonding the wedding of Mary W—— and Charkoy D—, I wont to gratify mother and Mra, W.., who woro very urgent, Mr, Beeclior marriod.‘them benuti- fully, yot not equal to owr cereraony. . , . Good night, Erzsanern, Wire, LOVE'S PFRFEOT FRFIT, WEDNESDAY AFTERROGY, March 11, 1808, My Berovep: [lussasv: . . , Wo have loarnad of love ag faw have been pormittod, aud X bless God for evory paug ‘and tear it cost, if only the perfoct frult appear at last, . , . Forowell, Your OwN Erizaseti, INFIDELILY, Youn Disit, Yriduy 8, m,, March 19, 1268, My Dean Huspann: o o o Inthmntions of tho Cluof-Justice's infidelity make mo foel that. you alono of all mun cau stad! Woll, beloved, 80 loug as 1 livo, wo will stand fogether for all truth and purity of uotion, Hay you not amen tothis? . ., . 1kuow of no joy oqual to your home-coming, Adiou, Youn Dean Wik, WATOMING THE ALMANAG FOB TME LEOTUREW'S RESULN. BUNDAY LvinINg, Muzch 16, 1408, My Deanty Brroven: I find mysolf yanning to tho ealondur ay often to discover the day of your return, as bofore my bubos are born T watoh tho duto of thelr bivth, 1 have setiled my mind to rovoivo you two weelis from to-day. Do not disappolut me. Bul L shall hiave nothing to suy to you unve love, for have inot falthfuily told you onch day's evouls und oxpordoneos? . , Tt tho thought of svelug you b so doliions, whut will bo the rewlity? . . Youn OwN Ertzanera, BHE WANTS HMER TUSDAND ALL TO HEUNGLY, Hoxr Panox, March 17, 1608, My Deanvy-Betovin: .+ . . But I inasist that whon you returu you shall bo proyonted from soolng visitors, and for & little while rost with mo, I shall bo the Griftin, Jike our friond Mry, B, to frightou nway intruders. . . Your Qwn, THE EXD OF THR JOURNEY. - WrnNespAT Monnsna, March 18, 1808, = My Dzanty-Derovevi My bonart 1o fillod with gladnoss that your * Journoy is ‘alinogt dono," and I shall roon have you to soothoa, comfort, and oligar, It thoro bo any powor t love to do this, Lo asaurod L ehallteat it . . . » 9 Youn Owx Dran Wire. BORMOWING OVER' 1ilg ADSENCE. . ¥ Tan, 1, 1869, Ay Priorous JIusnawp: o o o IfoolIlinve vary much to mnko mo happy, yot I am witfully unbappy with my boloved full-of labors and far away. Tho woathor Is fonrtully stormy,—snow: batl, rain, and all at onco. Thero will bo fow cnlls mado I think, Our honso looks beautifully. Tho tablo fa . furnished with cold turkoy, cold hinm, tonguo, plolled oysters, jolly, mottoes for tho chlldren, eako, lemonade, and coftes. Ol T wial you were here, Binoo I mado you once Lappy in rocolving your friends, X fool oncour- aged to think I'may always. . . . Adloy, Youra uttorly, Enzanern, Wire, IR JUAJAND'S SATISTACITON WITH HER LETTERS. Fninax Monxa, Jan, 22, 1800, My DEARLY Berovep: . . . If my poor, dull, hoavy * lottors do yon good as & modi- cino” I havo cnugo for gratitudo, X'm sure. + « o Forgivomo that I want so much lovo. Yes, my soul ories 1 Givo, give. Ibolicve Iam big enough to supply oven your big hoart with love if you'll only lot mo. Farowoll, Wive, Berovep. BUE WRITES TO ITM WITIl DELIGNT. ‘TURADAY NooN, Jan, 20, 1809, Desnrty Beroven: It is with delight and for rofroshmont that I hnsten, as opportunity offors, to sit down without intorruption to writo and think of you. Is it not truo that I writo of you 23 woll astoyou?: Oh! mv own doar husband, could X but enjoy your compantonship now, s Jit- tlo while~I caunot understand why tho demonas wearinoss, fault-finding, nngonorous solfishness, and many Liatoful Hittle spritos, porpotually hang about mo whon yon aro with ms, to modity and loeson our possible onjoymeat, . . . @ood byo, and' good night, Your own doar wife, who Is proud and fond of hor'husband. SIE THANES NI FOR NIA RIND WORDS. WEDNESDAY Noow, Jan, 27, 1869, My Beroyep : Fow can T make you know my gratotul love for your tendor words writton at Ann Arbor, aud just this momout recelved ? Thoy ar0 as healing balm to my aching heart. Ma has replied to my note which I séut you this morn- ing in tho samo cruol manner, and I bave felt quite broken by it. But, I, too, must ‘lot hor drop.” I could more onsily forgat were I out of tho peighborhood. But I return to your lottor, 60 dolioious sud resiful, . I thank God wilh my whole boing for this gift of love's nasurancy this morning. . . . Bovery happy, for you havo made me glad. Yours utterly, ; Errzavern, Wirs. HE TAS MADE ¥OI NER A BEAUTIFUL NOME. BrookLrn, Tiunspax Aonwina, Fob. &, 1669, My Desnuy-Berovep Husuanp: . . . My darling, I must bollove that thls benutiful Lome which you have mado for us must have glvon you a greator amount of eatisfaction than wo goncrally secure from earthly labors. .+« I was glad to hear from you in the Independent this weok. : Oliver totd mo of .. Bowen's dosire to publish his roply last week to the Methodist sesallant. "This lod to tho object of Liy vislt t6 mo, which waa to Inquire of mo tho orlgin of tho story told lum by a lady from Brooklyn, whose lettor you saw boforo goiug Woest, I thon told Lim at longth—how that ho 'knew himeolf how I felt yoars ago rogarding. him, for .I. had sought zn lutorviow nlono with him at the Standard oftico,_and all that had passod thore, T had told Mattio B——, but at presont my feolinga toward him had changed entirely, boosuse my husband waa no longer young, aud that very few, indeed, Icould not name one whom I thuught posaiblo to Influonco him for harm. Boaides, I had loarnad to trust in the friendship of my hus- band. I realized how sincoro lus attachmont was for you, aud I holioved in it. But I'hnd felt s growing indifferonce for ‘some time past Lo- twoon bim, Oliver, aud myself, and thereforo I had been always moro glad to wolcome Mary Ann than himeolf to my house, Wo had n vory frauls, consoiontious talk, ending by my telling bim that I desired with all my soul to feol no ili thought or suspicion toward any human being, and I only wishod to livo to atiain to this. I felt vory much better in spirlt aftor it, and think that Jiere now wo are again in sympathy. The reception to Lucretia Mott has fallon through, bocause of that dear old Indy's unwill~ Ingnoss to bolionized. , . . Mr, B. dowg, not como as ofton na fn tho fall. His Iaborsare Lioavy, and ho too feels just Lixo work, mava,than tor soveral yoars past, . . ., Faroweyl. Your Darling, Erizavezr, Wivs, RER NEART 18 FULL OF TENDYANESS. FRIDAT Nrigun, Fob, 5, 1860, My Deroven: Icome to-thwg, for. my heart overilows in tondorness ang desire for you. . . - Xtook Flory with me, ko prayor-meoting to~ night 28 ou escort, Wu.had & very rare timos, somothing that woul®, have pleased you thor- Iy. « . . Ilove you with all my soul, andal- ways doinmy highest moods. . . . If wo could only run ta onoh othier in our beat mo- ments, and fee away whon thoy do, would it not bo dolicious? . . . Goodnight, Youn Dean Wire. - A WHITE FloUT, BaTuNDAY NiauT, Feb, 6, 1860, My VervDran Huspaso: . . . Yourwords “my return, trip"” I havo read over and over again. How long it scoms since wo took the rido in the catriage through New York to thocars! That way awhilenight—as you eny--momorable for truo feoling in both of our hearts, I hopo my licart will always loap at your.coming, . . . Dounot bo discouraged, my mweot, It you livo and labor your bost, God knows it, and does uot roquire you to boear my infirmitics. Alone wo Tivo and alono wo do and must eppesr. Lt fa my greatest misery it Tmake you to fall by loss ot tompor, decoption, or any ‘such thivg. That my presenco should over affact you for ovil makes o cry 88 did Cain: # My punishmont is greater than Iean bonr!” I do not think he suffared auy moro keonly than doI, Good night, * Youn Foxp nur Intratient Wire, BIE CONSECRATES UEKSELF TO IER NUSBAND, Bunpay, Feb, 7, 1664, My Berovep: I bava just finished ronding to Emma Lowell's **Extremo Uunction,” and the chapter i * Norwood " of Pardon Buell's griof at tho donth of his wifo. It is vory toucliug, aud I yealized for o momont what that agony must bo, the parting at tho river botwean a hug- ‘band and wifo who havoe truly loved,—Low inoy- itablo it is! God only can sustaiu tho one who romaing, whilo TIu enables tho one who departs tosny, *I shall bo satisflod!” Allow mo to eay, without cant, that God han givon me & blesalng to-day,—TTo buy cuablod mo to do somothing for I, and that councioun privilego overllows my leart utiorly, At home ho lelped mo to Fe pationt, willing, yes glad, to spond myselt for others: oud in tho Dothel—my HNitle Jittle room wea crowded. Tho interost incroascs inmy class, Thoy all lovamo, I feel it—bocausoe I, too, lave every ono. Idoindoed feel gratoful for the encourngemont they give mo, in these now lubora. T tell you rathor moro st longth than usual of my work horo, because I earnostly wish your sympathy, and to feel free to talk with you of ovorything lu which I'm interestod, asin *anld lang syno,” Howowor lnperfect wa ity appear ta each athor, yot tha doar Liosd does not healtato to uso us. Now, to-night, T glve myaelt to you—my besl, my worsl—t* Just a3 Tam,” Take mo once agalo juto your confl- doues, boar with my follies aa (u oacly days, I conseorato mysalf to you #o long a8 T shall livo, bofure (od this night as & dtting closo of thin Balbath day, Forgive all my inflemities and lolp mo to overcome to final victory, Wilt thau? Ro willlIyou, 1t you permit, Thae froo- don with which you write of Paul* gives o great ploasure, ‘Thonthe tountaing are unscaled and wo flow together. I talk not so much of + *Foul wad the dead son of My, and Aire, Tilton, him. Yot thin new myatorious fooling I knoto, _whigh I nover, hoforo havo uttored—a kind of awo, or waiting, listoning to loarn . what ho will do for mo, uud an agony of fenr at timos, lost I should fail. by reason of. sin—what ho could bring, Alroady, in many things, I am a changed | woman, " through his procious ministrations. Yet, fouring such a statoment may be too posi- tivey lot mo modity it by a woman changing, . . Youn Own. Tor 1ar or cnnist,” G & WzDNESDAY Nioitr, Fob, 10, 1869, Mr Dranty-Lovep Husnanp: 1 will tako up my home-gtory trom whoro I loft off yostordny morming; maillng tho finanalal lettor to Doa Molnos. About an hour lalor Mr. B, camo in, bringing the muuuseript shoots of his flrat chapter in tho " Lifo of Christ” to read to mo. Ho lind read thom to no ono olso, and wanted to know how his oponiug chapter would sound. I lked it, hud you will, T think, It Is frosh and intoresting. Aftor ho had flnishod roading, I ran up-stairs and brought a little sketoh of ono ot my Dothol lessons on **Mary, tho Mother of Josus,” a8 an oxamplo of womaw’a faith, which 1 rond to bim. His vislt was refreshing and . somforting tomo. . . . Dut I am too tired to think or writo moro. ITow blessod to know that theso bodiosaro not alwaya to clog nnd hiudor us. Accopt and wolcomo my spirit of love, which ia aa frosh and erdent as evor, faithful, and over dovoled to you. Dlessings on yon, my desrly boloved. Erzanern, Wire, 811 18 THOROUGNLY HATIAFIED 1N NER NUSHAND, TuUnenaY, Feb, 11, 1800, My DanraNg . . You will find n worn and weary woman thoroughly satisfied whononca again sho may rest {n your Losom. I cannpot sleop until I have returned thanks for the lotter of good cheor reaching mo to-day, writton on the cars to Chicago, I had beon walting all tho wool. for & word, and iad fallon in opleits, but, sa the bymu snys, * Whot o chango o word can mako.” I took my lotter fn tho room and. by tho mpot whore tho Ieaven opeucd onco for little Paul to ontor, I kuolt down and gave thanks for your 1ito, for your love, and again (ns o many, msny timos) there tho hoavens - have opencd and ‘brought peace to my soul, If toars could atone for giv, my soul wonld bo clean thorofrom, for alono aud often I cry nnto God to **cieato in me o cloan heart.” . , . Josoph s ‘with mother, hnving that long-oxpeot- od, sottlomont. Tathor 18 firmly sot upou n soparation, I wonld -bo happlor woro she to “seok an asylum for a season beforo that atep bo -takon, Oh, my boloved, may yon nover suffer 83 I havo ovor o mother turned to an onemy. . . . Irejoloo in tho spirit of your oditorial ; it has tho good old ring in it. Now mny not home influencos dull the strainl Elizaboth, bo- bold what you do, orundo! So I keep fu inind. Good night, mygweot, Yours alwava, 6 Wive Lpizaver, TOE OUTLDREN GET VALENTINES. Moxnay, Kb, 13, 1809, My Brrovep: ... . Myspidt sonlkto fad anothor list of engagoments added to defor your homo-coming | . . . Tho childron wara woll ploased with your valentines. Mine s the sweotest of all. . . . Iappraciate and am satiafiod In your love, God unite uy ntharly and bleag us, Your Own Dean, Wirs, *'po nuRRY woxx!" HRCOND-STORY FRONT, FRIDAY . Monrva, Fab, 19, 1859, Dranny Berovep: . . . Yostorday was sn excitliig, busy day, and T would not writo you, though T yearnod, almost oriod, for you mmany- times. Our soparation this wintor hos Dboon orucl; ng an inovitablo I boar it, bu’ with choor- fuinoss not. , . . Do hurry hwomo, love. I am yours utterly. My hoart is. frsed to blens you, Our childron aro all woll andi happy, Car- roll anys ab the breakfsst-table. spontaneously, **0l Ido wish my paps was “home.” Do bo. love that wo all lovo you and long for you. Sond for the lotters I linve written you, for I ‘want you to know all I'vo wuaid and felt. Byo 50, . Yotin OwN Danvive, * Am I not your own awees; little wife? " A REMAREADLE TRINUTE TO TER UUSDAND'S LOVE AND TENDELNESS, TurspaY Evexma, Fob. 93, 1669, My Berovep: “This i9: the Just day of winter,” Littlo Carroll sl 28 L got into bed to-night : “Papa will soon bo bLere.” *Yes," T roplied, “epring will cartainly ‘come; and I hopo in tlroo Bundays more papa wiill como aa surely.” . ., 1 will go back: & lisila, and tell you yosterday's slory, & dey wo full as to crowd out entirely my writieg you. Ficst of all, thon, my Loort ovor- flawed: toward you, bocause of your gouorons ¥ind lottar concortving mother. Bhe was quite, : touched by it, and desired me to give you her tunoks for your sympathy. . . . My hend 'and henrs haviy boon &0 full of di- vorco cascs €inco you Joft,—ibia difficulty of mathor's follpwing on the hools of Mrs. M—I, hia8 been & kil of oxperieuco of which I have hiad quito enough, Wero I a lasyor I would cortainly chatygo my profsssion, or bog, rather than iuvostyzate euoh misories. . . . Now, my swoot, w.ter 80 long o talo, let mo for our mutual roly eshmont turn to onr owa swaot love. X bless Gorf that it abldoth. Among tho terrible ohanges o many hoarths God hns kept us stoad- fast with. & glowing lovo, admiration, and respect for each other, O, lot us praise Ilis namo for- over. AJl the differences and misunderstandings wo haya had are, as Whittior says, Liko mountain rangea overpast, “T{ God bo for us, who can bo against ug " Glvo mo your patiouco whilo I sproad out ho- fore "you tho fruitago of youreautiful lovo, lika tho x ave-cut flowors of a bouquet, They aro tho cloatng words of your lottors,—seloct and pro- ciows, reminding mo of tho sonl-sthring bens- dicti ons of the Apostles’ opistles, Frait No.1: Byt among o1l my lossos, I hnve lost no jot or Hittlo of- ever-inoreasing love for the swootost of, "wivos and the fairest of childron,” “¥ My heart longs for you to-day.” ¢ Graco, moroy, and posco over thine,” “*Youand tho chivks, and the houso, and all, sra in my thonghts evory duy sud hour,” #! Good-bye and oll hail,” ¥4 With ovorflowing love, I am now, and over, youra dovotedly.” #Isond you now 88 ovor tho forvid love of yom's devotedly,” #1 think you sud I areyot to walk in Paradise togot Lior.” 44T woultt rather havo my wifo and childron at thia moment thav all the honora under the sun.” “REvary day of my lifo I love you more and more, am shall unto the ond.” i “ Witk myy wholo sonl Inm yours faithfally." “1¢ now-T Immd a littlo poreonal comforiing and potting from tho littla ldy at No, 183, I wauld bo porfoctly satiafiod.” i + But Paul and I koop our companlonship. To you, his 1otiwer, bo God's penco,” 41 lova you fervently and entirely.” + Dlossings on you always.” hon, flaring that thoso oxirome delights # would mako o woman mad outright,” you have six oplstios ending: # Yours'in dust and ashes,” Yours Doggedly.” * God bollp your sorrowful and groaning los- band 1" “ Yours achiugly,” oto. Tlow liko you tho rocolving a lottor from your- 8ol ? I)ioopllm of theso dolicioun tit-bita most tendorly, boliove 2. Thou knowest I lovo thoo. QGood-night. Wive Brazasen, THE GAME OLD BTORY. Toax Niairs, March 5, 1860, Ay Ows Dran ITusnaNn: The sheot om which Twrite is o of & box of papoMund onvelopes - prosonted by ono of my ‘‘mothers,” who called to tako mo to ohureh to-night, and desived mo to o it {n writlng you. . . . Iam surol nood you very muoh. My prayor is nlght amld day that I may not barm your froe split, nor Mo sol- fish In Jovimg you any more, + . I am very tired, swaot; too tirod to wrilie, hut not to lovo, Lovo novor exhuuats, Good- night, Your own forover, Ertzsmyni, HUM BYMPATUIZES WIPH UER KUSDANUM TOIL AND THAVEL, HaTusnAY Monzixo, Maroh 6, 1662, My Dasumva: I Lavo looked with gyput sn- Liat Ilove theo.” Erazavern Wirs, SIE REOAME AN'AGTIVE SUPERAGIST. BATURDAY MORNING, March 13, 1800, My Brrovep: Friday. I took Annle to eall withmo on somao of my Bothel womon, and, after, to a mooting of tho Ixocutiva Committoo of tho Equnal Rights Association mesting at the Revolu- You will be amused to know that Busan mado moe Ohairwoman, and said aftor- watds that * I did as well as Thoodore himself." I always want to reprosont you woll. TOOKING FOR JIER DELOVED, ‘TyunADAY MoRNING, March 18, 1860, My Dantyo Huspanp: Do not blamo your donr littlo wifo for apparent negloot thia last fortnight, bocauge only onco in two or throe days e sho boon abla to write to hor boloved. Xon know that inabflity, and not a lack of dosire, has . Ihavo boon oxtremely busy ; though I insist that my hands aro never You will enjoy home-life with ug, won't you? I am impatient to prove :my love in ways moro substautial than pon-taik. + « » Tho days boforo you roturn, though full .ot labos, aro todlous to ondure, 'basten and bless your safo coming to miy arms All rend love aud woloome, ‘happy, forwore of soul-doep troasure {8 yours thon is ofton givon. EAUERNESS OF EXTLAINING. BaTunDAY, March 20, 180, My Beroven : Thavae eodoavored to moot you 7 3t ovory appolntment with one . or two lottors, Why thoy havo not reached you i3 a mystery. I am;noarly bosido mysclt thinking that in one week I am yours and you aro mine agaz, I | kopt wnking up all lost night, and” my first " thoughit waa o dosire and a prayer foryou. Iam overflowing with gratoful love for your tondor, preclous worda from Springfield. * I have writton " thia weok oightoon lotters.* Tho hLouso will be ampty, swopt, and garnished, I trust, when you roturn, Takecare of yourself, that, with body and son), wo may roalizo God's fuliest blessing Yours, earnestly and entiroly, Evrzanern, Wire. tired, * But thou knowost t| mndo mo silent. s full a5 my heart, | :and my hoart. in our ronnioat. “These Tottors jvore addrossed by Ara, Tilton to various persons interested in the Woman's,Sulfrage Movement, whom shio withed to Lriug together in Drooklyn ut an snniversary meeting. FROM UER BUMMER NOME. " AloNTI0ELLO, July 20, 1869, . My Brrovep: . . - My darling, Iem vory tired, but dosira tivso fow linea will wolcomo you 88 o wifio's fond ks on your return home, assured that my hosrt is with you always, More anon. Your pob, - Love to tho girls. . ANXI0U FOR ORTHODOXY, - Mg'Dean Iospaxd: . . . Oh, doar Thao- doro, may I not porsunde you to love tho Lord Jenus Christ? Do not let this cutreaty estrange us nore, for my pillow oft ia wob with tears and prayara that we mny como inlo sympathy in our raligious natures.. Do bave pationco with mo, for, »a a8 tho timo remainy to us, I foel as though my leart would brool if I did not.spesk to you, | ot that I am right in any souso, and you are wroug ; God forbidé but we are not one in fool- ing, and it is impossible for mo to bo indilferent, especially whilo God blogsea us with dear chil- . I wm extremely glad that Mr. Grooley i8 to be with you. Thope.you will have unalloyed comfort with him. Give him my love, 28 you know I bave {t for him. Muke him a¢ emafortablo as you cam. dnily aro my sustenanca really, although thay give mo ouly your-outer life. . . . Good “night. Your doar wifo, TER HUSBAND'S FRIENDH, MONTICELLO, Aug. 0, 1660, Ay Dean Houspaxp: . . o I rojoicoin tho choory tone in which you writs, and that eo many good people are brightening your solitary and lonely home, Father Tilton, Alico Cary, Mra. Amos, Busan, Mr. and 3Irs,’ Maoning! Smely you have had raro entertainments, Good Your Dzar Wirk, RESEMDRANCES, MoNTICELLO, BUNDAT, Ang. 15, 1800, 3y DeAn Hiuspaxp : Theso days aro full of tho momorics of tho sickness aud sufforing of littio Paul & yenr ago! . . . Mr. Beocher wrote mo & very summery, charactoristio lotter, which I would inclose eave for tho fear you Remembor mo to our girls. Youns ArwAvs, NER BEAUTIFDL MOME. MoxTiosLro, Tueadey, My Darrava : I was not golng to write you to- night, but your Sunday's lotter was such a beau- tiful pioturo of yoursolf and childron that I wished to oxpross my love oncomoro and soud ki to my wwoot darlinga, Come soon, Your Bressep PET. SITZ MANGS UR A BENTENCE FROM LER HUDAND'S Your lotters coming would loso it. - MowtiozrLo, Aug, 18, My BeroveD Huspaxp; X foar my letfer dis- trossed you, 26 I fouud oconsion to oxpress my fonra to you, and porhups hid the love that was throbbing in wy heart for you all the while, I shiall soon have beon absont from sou as long as you wera from mo on your Waentorns visit, which I thairhoped and prayed would nover oceur again, Oh, whon I do koo you, you aball have & tubto for o fow minutes of n woman's puro lovo, if 1 know how lo cxpress it. T love just mpilod & noto of upprociution to Mr. Cuyler for his bosutiful tribute to you. tulen your sentonco in large lotlers “ with love unbounded * and bung it aver my manlolpioco. Youvns Avnways. rt KUSUAND'S “BEAUTIFUL Visie' 10 1ES IN MoxrioLLo, Aug, 31,1869, My Owy Dran Hosnasn: Thanks for your prompt lettw. I doindeod feol lonely without bonutiful yviedt e o coustant delight to think upon. Iam ‘vory gratoful for it « + . llong for you thoscy mooulight nights. . . . You 1made many £ri buds horo. ward, evor to Clad frionds, Lovo to all my loved onen, aud my | eart’s purest for yourself, KUNDAY NOT BUNDAY WITHOUT LK HURDAND, Mon1 5CELLO, MONDAY EVENING, Supk, 4, By Dean Hut9DAND ¢ cowing up noxy) Sunday. If go, do proparo to apeud Lio romai ting two weoks with e, Lhut wo may rolurn to, yather, oditorialy horo, o #d the rest you nood aftor this Inut wool's oxcite wont. thin aiternoon, anik yosterday we strolled in tho flelds, but I could ibok: aky, a8 tho Sabbath bofore 1 did, I was porfecily: happy, or aa happy as any oneo couldbo in this *world, for you woro ab- Youns Auwava, UEB PRIDE IN NER HUSDAND' PAME, GAryvIRONN, WeaT PoINT, Mionday Wight, Tau, 3, 1870. My DoAr Hosuanp: Bafore you hind fairly meated yourself inhe cars, Xloarnod from tho couversation of n gentloman n tho dopot that tho 10:46 oxpranss tway thon rendy and that an offort would be mudo to reach Now York boforo night. I thorofiora datorinined to share my for- tunes with my follow-travelors and spond tho .day {u tho care inihor than in Albsny, Wo reached Poughkoorpio past 8, and horo—Wout i Point—hnlf-pust 6. I intended to push on home, but could bardly expout to do so before mid- night, and ss Alico'dodfred a obango, L ylolded, and um in & nont litle hotel «t tho head of tho forry-hopso bero, vorvoomloriable, whero tho Wo aro rich in this ro- You speak of You ean writo your We lad oride noyanco ‘and paln on the map to learn your | hostoss always roads the Independent and wishos whoroabouts, and roalizod tho - fmmonse--Isbora-|-moro to sac its aditor than any other living man. you wore going through bofora your lottor, just rocelvod, desired me to' do ko, * Don't make a Wostorn tour again j with your salary,and tho ongagements noar homé, wo will try to pay off our dobt and educate our childron. Youn Dean Wirs, . BIUE WANTB TO JOIN TIER MUANAND, ‘Tugspay Nranr, March 0, 1860, My Danuinas My mind hss boon in conflict all day between my dosire to meet you with Frank Moultou In_Michigan, and my sbility, to do 60, Butmy caution has finally provailed. Tho thought of spending two or moro wocks with you alono las dono mio good,—a deliclous romanca it was, and Iam contont; though, liko ronding & poom, thoro is disappointmont at tho Such & montiment from thia slmplo-hoarted womnn was liko wine to my tirod body sud soul , . . - . [Additional lottora, following theuo, were tole- graphod to Tiw Trinunz from Now York lant Monday up to Fob, 8, 1870, throo months boforo Mss, Tilton's coufession.] gl S TILTON'S LETTERS TO HIS WIFE. Huving given above tho lottors of Mra. Eliza- both R. Tilton to hor husband during the poriod covorad in hor rocont toatimony to his alloged ill-trontment of hor, wo givo below tho lottora which Alr, Tilton addressed to his wifo Quring tho samo poriod. Tho originals of theso lotters woro shown by Mr. Tilton's couuscl, Judgo Samuel D, Morris, to our corrospondont ** Gath,” who was allowed by Judge Morris to make the oxiracts whioch wo horowlth lay beforo tho read- ors of Tz Cm10AGO TRIBUNE # NONE WIOM I WOULD EXCUANGE FOR MY OWN."” . Br. Louts, Doc, 31, 1854 My Desnvr-Beroven Wive: It ia midnight,— tho last hour and moment ot the yoar! Iam altting nlono in my room at the hotel, thinking of home, and full of homo-slcknoss. Under my window & sorenading band ia playmng ‘¢ Homo, Bweot Homo” In honor of & military ofiioor horo, I fool aa if thoy aro playing it tu mockery of me. The city is full of bonfircs,—n custom horo on Obristmaa and Now Yoar's ovon. ‘Tho fira-bolla bave boon ringing a salnto—to specd the parting and wolcome tho coming yoar. Already my dato of 1864 is wrong: I ought now to say 1865. I think of onr yoar of family-history,—full of amall yot importaut ovents ; the growth of the childron ; tho ripening of our own minds; tho growing affeotion botwoon us all, ripening with time; tho gooduoss of Godin eparing our lives; tho daily discipline of cares, trinls, sorrows, joys,—all the changes of lifo, fashifoning us, a5 undor tho molding of Providenco, luto con- stantly now croaturcs, and, I trust, into higher and botter lives, . . , I havo scon, in my daily visits to tho new oitien and familios of my tour, many sweot and pleas: snt -Indics and children,—but none, anyswhers, whom I wonld oxchang for my own! I suspact that, at this lato hour, you are all abad and asloop, 1 would like to eatch a glimpso of all your faces, and to stoal s kisa from all your cheoks. This would bo more comfort than all the plonsant at= tontions which I am soouring from the batf- friondebip and skin-deop kindnoes which tho world calls hospitality. % . Aud now, Happy Now Year! May God bLless, Proteot, abide with you all,—wifo aud childron, and all the houschold, to whom, now as ever, I sond my love, Yours, brimful of affection, = Tuzopore. “NEYER ENEW DRFONR TNE DAIN OF ADSENOE." AstLey Iouse, BLOOMINGTON, Til,, Thursday, Jan, 5, 1865, My Deantv-Bsrovep Wiem: Not having touched a pon for four days, I just this moment flad leisure to resuma tho story of my trav- olB. . . . § On ‘Now Year's aftornoon (that s, Afondny afternoon) I took the traln for Alton, Il . , . . The next morning I visited the gravo of Elifah Lovejoy, who waa killed, iwenty-gevon yonra ago fn that placo, becausa ho spoke agninat Slavery. Hig gravo 18 in & cematory on a bigh bill,- from -] which X could sieo the confluence of tho Missonri and Missiestppi Rivors,—a broad ond liberal Iandscape, picturosque and boantiful. Alton is tho roughost and hilliost cily T ever eaw,—~beiug all like Brooklyn ot the slope of Columbia stroot. . . On Wodnosday marning I latt Alton, and ot noon remched Bpringflold. . . Liout.-Gov. DBross gavo me weloomo . . . snd in the aftornoon took moto the homeof Abraham Lincoln,—a plain, two-story, woodon building, painted brown,—looking like the residenco of & man neither poor nor rich,—a houso like many a ondin Balom or Danvors, oxcopt that fts color waa not the Now England white. To my sur- prise, its prosent occupants are & family named Tilton, who rocoived mo with great cordinlity, sud with whom I spent tho entire afternoon till dark, . . . They gsvomo a cordisl invitation tocoma agaln, bringiug you, and makiug a family-visit, Inclosed is & litle ocard of flowora which Miss Tilton plucked from tho gar- don whilo flowers were yot in bloom. . . . Aftor broakfast this morning, I walked out upon tho prairio, which horo is nob flat, but rolling. I found jnst outside tho city a beauti~ ul grove, where I paced up and down, musivg of home. Tho westher a fall of golden glory,— not cold for tho season,—all Nature smiling liko a wodding-day, DBut thero ia always somothing in auoh a raro boauty of sky and sunshine to mnkemo sad and Joncsome, I walked up and down like & pilgrim,—struggling to keop tears out of my oyoa. I ohido myself, ana I am pun- ished for not having brought with mo somo pio- ‘turo of you nnd the ohildren. Evon a picture of you would comfort mo now, Ay love ia kindlod like a coal undor a breath, whenever I thiuk of you. Inovorknow boforetho pain of absonco. You are tho doarcst, Bweotost, ktndest, and bost of -womon, nnd tho doar children aro like your- welf | Kies thom all for Para, 141X ONE AND ONLY LOVE AMONG WONEN." CixowraTt, BunNer Houaz, Sundsy eve,, Jon, 9, 1855, MyDean Wire AND Friexp: At lnat I have your two lottors, which I have been cbasing for threo daya, I ovortook them in Cincinuati this morning, snd have alrondy road them Lalf-a-doz- on times over, I can approciate the greod of goldiors to got lotters from homo. They are 4+ good news from & far country.” I have now, in all, four lotters from yourdoar pon. Tlio pro- vious two I have handled 5o much—reading thom 80 ofton in tho cars—that their edgos look worn sud roughenad. They four mako s littlo manu- seript volumo, which I koop in & sparo cornor of my pockot. What I rond most ofton ara the rare aud flavorsomo sentonces in which you offer me your love, likoa ripo frult. IHozvon bless yon, my truo wifol . . . . Your last lottor was without dato, though I fudged it to haye boen writton boforo Now Year's doy. DidItoll you of my disappointment on that day ? I was Iu 8t Louis, and you fn Brook- 1yn ; but thero was & tolograph-wire botwoen ; sod ko I wroto tho following dispatch To Mrs, T'heodors Tiltun, 48 Livingston street Brook- Happy Now Yoar from tho banks of tho Misslsaippit TaeonpONR TILTON, But I was told by tho oporators that it could not ‘bo put through oo that day. I was going to send a similar one to Mr, Boechor. It ssemod to me, ou that day, as if I woro lhalf-way round the world,—I was at such a distance from your dear, awoot solf, You mention that yon do not roceivo my letters daily, I writa ono each day, but somotimas thoy aro mailod on tho railrond, and somotimos in hotol, I novor can tell whon oy lettar will stark aftorT havo mailod it. This accounts for $ho brregularity, . . Your account of your holiday-presents to tho children, noar and far of 'kin, hus suddonly awakenod In may mind the suspicion that I nover bofore ‘fully appreciated yowr interost snd auxioty in this matter, Iamglad you did as your hoart promptod. I am sorry that horoto- foro T have not botter undurstood tho full oxtent of your wishos as to making gifts. I think you navor befora took paine to meko mo so full & statomont of your inward promptinga on this subjoot. Birthduys aud bolidavs haye not boon 5o magh to mo ay to you. Iwill think more of thom horenftor for your sako. I will sond no mosangos to the ohildron this timo; for I menn to writo thom o apecial lottor after I have fiuishod this, if I get timo, In caso 1 got no timo, I horesond kisscs forall threo, and you shall be tho oxpross to delivor the bur- don. Bwoet littlo chookal 1wlsh X could king thom mysol? at this vory momont, . . . 1 find myselt wo broadonod in mind by travel, and particularly by that part of travol which consluts In muking now friondships, that I shall horouftor insiat on your going with me, for tho sako of sumilar advantages to yoursolf, as well a8 for tho sako of compauionship for me, ¥am boginning to thiuk lous and Josy of books, sud - moro and more of mon aud’ humm moaus of educntion, You: any too afirs:llr;;ih:: up nt homo, You muat €0 mors Into socloly,— oot to ovening-partids, but oy Journoys with me. I rogrot koonly that you have not boon with me In this fong trip, My Jourgey ol Vo3 y Jottraoy haw hoon os muck A hor's Bugiivh Journoy was to Ohl if you and I cou ttioso ronon {ogelon 1 Tiag oy W0 plusked carry mo uafely to Four sido and tnto your arms onco agaln, ALovoall elna i the world —book name, or famo,—1I lovo you, my ono :ud'oulyluvs‘; among womon,—firat, last, and porennial, As now I writo, my foolings risg within mo, and Qllmo with auch & thrill 53 Bomotimoy ahoots throngh mo at tho touch of your haud within mine, or of yaur lips to mine. Passing daily throngh multitudes of strangors, who glido among one auothor without m\mm( recognition, or mutunl intorost iu cach othor's wolfare, Lhava latoly boos more than wyor im- Ppressed with the woudorful slmplicity of God's, plan for binding together human socloty, namo- ly: by oreating in cach broest some strong and domiuntiug love for one human being. T look at the muttitudinons facos of my nue dionco, and say to mygolf, ** Afior all, what are All theso to me, (. compariron with ono dear, quiot faco far away " Wore It not for the love of mothor ta child, of husband to wife, our soolety, clvilization, the peaco and order of the world,—all would fall asundor in & dayl Thorotora it Is that the snareducss of human affoctione in boyoud the sacredness of all othor anointed thiugs, Whatover rends apart two lives whih Lave beon bound into ong s o erolty to all mankind,—n blow ¢ tho unity of civil saciety. This is tho reason why Slavory, that tenrs fame {lies to places, liratorn tha States, alo, to plecos, As ano does not appraciate how oxquisitoly the- human frame {8 norved and corded until the- whole be jarred by somo Pain noendurable, so. no ono can toll what tho Juman henrt s fitred with 4ill it ba made to ncho, Whon it proves. itself a wondrous thing. Yot how groat is the mullitude of hoarts that daily acho! What ronding of tics bLotwoen. lovoral What breakezes in kumaa friondshipat What {ngratitude of obildren to paronts| What unkinduoss of man to man! My aweotlove, I begin to oo, A8 naver bofore, that tho contre of the world, to an Lonorablo * man, ig his own family,~his wifo's sitting-room, —his ebildrons' play-places,—hia noue, 1hopa horonftor, if God should sparo my lifc, to bo moro oaroful how my faco is made toousta shadow tpon my home, I bave besn too often nogligont of your roquests that Xshould pive moro timo to your dear solf and tho childron, As my hoart now fools, I am resdy to promisenever toseck my old soltish soclusions agalu, but to spond my home-life in your uwoetost of all com- pany, Our obildren livo so mnch in the moods of their paronts that I hopo our doar littls chicks will 800 that you and I lovo ono another unta. perpetusl happiness aud unbrokon pence. Lova is tho Hoavenly magie. It 18 the gilding that would brighton many a dull Louse. Love ig ours, I Liuow, in rioch mensuro alroady,—ouly lot. us mako it finer and finor gold | T hardly koow why I should have fallen into. this steain to-night, and espocially here; for I sm etting af a public table, in great hotel, with people walking up and down on all eldea of mo, and my cars full of busy bustlings; bnt Ium strong in the convie~ tion that the great favor of God, shown to mo in tho gift of B0 many now-found frionds and well-wisbors, I8 working out in my hoart, for ita ohiof and crowning effeot, s puror, dooper, strooger, holier love for that awoot womau, that friond of friends, ou whose fingor I myself, and vot another, put a wedding-ring! Yourn for lifo and doath, "+ 'Taropone. ¥ MY WIHOLE NEART TURNS TOWARD YOU." DuuxETT Housr, CISCINNATL Y "Tucaday, midnight, J>u, 10, 183, '} Dear Per: I have acoomplished my lecturo, sud, bofore going to bed, I take my pen to say Good-night to my dear, yearning, prayorful wito, who, porhapy at this very hour, is lyiug awako thinking of hor runaway busband, My day's story Is this: X spent my foronoon fnthe room of Gen, R~ at his invitation. Wo bind a ““ Yong talk,” What it was about can- not bo oxactly dofined, for it touchod many top- des, mostly moral, othical, and epiritual. Ho is & Roman Catholie,—though neithor of us mado any allusion to that fact. Ho s = fine-looking, {rauk-faced man, builtlike our friend Mr, G—-, though of a difforont tempersment. Wo une bosomed to each othor our intorior aspirations towarda tho highor life,~spoke of the uneatis~ fnctoriness of this world's applauso, of the great golfishness of the famo-scokors, and of varions kindrod thomos of human desiro. ., . . Good-pight, my dear girl! Bwoet droams of your busband fil your thoughts! My whola hoart turns toward you with gront yoarnings and with lovo unutterablo. Poaco ba with you ! Awsn | TiroboRE, X JAVE OLUNG TO YOU A8 WITI AN ANG.ACR, ‘Wepp21L TOUSE, OLEVELAND, Jan, 13, 1865, My Dartiva Wiee: . Xestorday morning + + o Lwasiovited + « tovisit tho falhor and mothor of Liout.-Gon. .Grant, . , . Your lotters aro liko wino to my thirst. Oo oponing the enselopo I am always disappointed il the lettor 18 notalong one. 1am glad Mr, Boechor callod on yon. I will write to thank him forit. I have not bad s lino from him; but T have liad two briof noted front Jr, Greoloy. . . . You ray, * I am glad you writo you aro Lomo- slol,” I roply, I am glad you writo the sama, If God sparea mo to roturn, I sm suro our lovos will be nobler than over. I focl mysolf apirit- unlly profited by my oxporionces of travel, I have clung to you nu with an anctior every day of my sbsouco. Tho thouglt of your constant love fills mo with tonderness and yenrving. And tho dear children grow dearer and dearer, King thom all for tholr fathor’s sako. Remombox mo always In your prayers, Doar, sweot pot, good-night | Turovone, BPEND ALL THE JONEY YOU NEED, Titx INDEPENDENT EDITORIAL No0Me, No. § BeeKsAN STures, New Youx, July ol ums,} My Diax Prr: Your lettor this morning camo with & thousand wolcomes, It lae Kopt my blood gay all dny Jong. Biera you, doar pat, for loving such & troublesome, taxing, waywurd, fanlt-finding busband! . . .- Spoud all tho money you noed to make your- self vomforiablo. Dou't fail to rido out plenti~ fully,—nover mind tho cost. Forgivo ull my faults, and look into my honrt, - aad see how I love you, Iver yours, 5 Tizopone, FLORENOE'S TIGNTIL BINTIIAY. Wiy Ty Entronian Rooys, No, & BEERyaN 81 5w YouK, Ang, 4, 183 My Dzar Prr: This in Florenco's eighth birthiday ! How many timos to-dav you huve thought of it,—absont among the mountming ! ‘tho donr child and her sinter have had he hends full of it gll day, for I om now writing tho lato aftornoui, | Tirat of all, I gave to Floroncoe a Biblo, pilt~ odgod and brass-okipod ; alwo, n protty knifo, pearl-handled ; also, some of Mr. Park's flowors to make crown for hor head ; also, romo spond- {ng monay, with liberty to use it at ler pleasuro, Olivor Johueon seut hior s noat lealhor roticule,— somothing like Libby's. AL 4 o'clock to-day, the chillven wora to go with tho Judga down to. Conoy Island,—tho party bolng teo lage to maka. root for mysoll in the carviago. Bo £ think the. birthdoy will bo memarablo with ler. Bho bas apposrad vory happy and tatlied vory wiaoly, It in good for the childron that you should bo aceasloually sbseut from thom,—it dovolops thelr TOHOUTOOH. o 4 o 1 bave not boon able, In any of my thoughts to-day, to realizo how rapidily thegirls ave c1eep- ing wway from their chlldhood. Mattio® is my only baby,—she remaing in my mind, porpotunlly tho mamo young thing whom wo lald undor the ground, Jfer biriduy fwto Hoaveul 8o lifa, and doatn, and immortality, have each added o thought to this dwy's refloctions. Your's with unspoakable love, TuEObORE, | " Ratto was a culd who dled tn tafancy,