Chicago Daily Tribune Newspaper, August 13, 1874, Page 3

.. THE CHICAGO DAILY TRIBU THURSDAY, AUGUST 13, 1874, e et e e e e e e e e e e e et e e et e e et e ' 41 TARN YOR GNANTED YOUR CONTINUAL LOVE.™ ‘ . Niw Yone, Aug. 8, 1865, Dean Pxr 1 No lotter from you this morning ! Rovor mind,—don't trouble yourself to writo ovory day. 1 tako for granted your continust lovo. ' But your lotters aro my chiof dolight dur- ing thesodaya of absonco, « o+ o Mr, Boochor has beon in this morning, inquir- ing aftor you and the chioks, and leaving his lova .for all. He is not woll,—dyspoptio and bil- fous. .+ . o With ever-growing lovo for you and doar Oat- *yoll, and with rogards to Libby and Emms, I am, wow and over, TugoDORR, 142 A% TANATYG FOR YOU."” ‘Nrw Yonx, Ang. 10, 1865, ¥ Dean Pxr1 T scizo a momont beforo stoam- bont-time to writo s lino to your doar self, Your Jotter this morning waa thrico weloomo. Iam longing for you boyond all formor hbungor. + « . Evor yours, Tnxon‘onu. 44 TANK GOD ¥OB MY BWEET WIFE,''" SunpAt EvENIXG, AUg. 20, 1865, My Dantrsa: I am sitting at my writingabla im Kogport, having just put Doth the ohildren to bed in the groon-room. My Babbath haa boen vory dolightful. I went to church this morning, and apout the atternoon with Florence and Allee, reading the history of Dawid and Goliath, The culldron have boon de- {ighttul companions, . As ovoning drow on, they booawme moro and moro confidontisl, talking a good doalof you and - Onad. 1 holped thom undress, and put thom to bod,—sailowing no ono elso to disturb the charm, Alico had at firat some hesitation in saying her prayers sloud, hut ovorcamo the soruple bravely. I tremble at thé thought of losing elthorof tho pots. Lifo is awful, 'lnnkurl at through love. + Yo have theso troasures in enrthon vossols.” f have boon soveral daya thinking how I conld contrive to make tho world ‘endurable without ‘your companiouship, Nor is it possibla for -truo lovers ovor to mensura tho dopth of thelr pwa truo lovo until a soparation soarchos both hearts, or death slays one. What we possess wo may not always under- valup, though posscssion quiots and allaya the {rrocistible longiuge witch ariso during sopara- ton. Ttsoomstome that, if you wore takon awny from me altogothior, this world would soem no Tonger worth tarrying in. Ithank God for my sweot wifo, and tho bosutiful-minded childron whom Ifo has givon us. May you and I becoma moro and moro ke unto little childron, and Bo bo the moro and moro 1t for the Kingdom of Heaven, ‘Ever yours, TRrEODONE. 1 Wisll YOU WERE FERE." MoxpAyY EvENING, KEYPOoRT, Aug. 20, 1805, My Swerr Wire: [ bave put the childron to bed, showing myself s perfoct mother to thom, and I now sk and Jament awhile over my lone- . somo ssparation from yoursolf. I have o fat ouvalope, which I carry In my breast-pocket, stuffed foll of your lottors from Monticollo; and, when Iam speclally alone, ond lonoly, I tako thom ont, and pick hero and thore somo choico sontonce of your love, and smoll it as X would a honeysucklo, * , Tor instanco, to-dsy's lotter brought mo thia aweatness: O, whon I do seo your facs again, you shall bave a tasto for » fow minutes of & Wwoman's puro love, if I know how to oxpress it.” My datling, I wish you woro bero at this mo- ment! I fancy what I woulddo if you wero to ning tho door-bell just now, . . . Woll, you ato ziot hore, and lamentation begine ogain, Dus tho childron and I sre all in the greon-room, aud wa have suporb times togother. I am their mothorly fathor, and your divorced lusband, TueopoRE. BWEET BECOLLECTIONS. ‘New Yonx, Wed,, Oct. 25, 1805, Brsror Pet8: ... . DIr Boecher presched & sormon on Bunday evening, simed ab the Inde~ pendent. 1have .a.roply in this weok's paper. Mr. Bowon hoartily sustains mo in my course. I huve not soen Br. Boochor, aud I suppose his differonca is a differonce only of opinion, and not of good will. But-I am right, and won't bo shaken from the rock undor my feot. I have had such swoot recollactions of our Bunday, and of my Inab vislt liomo, that I havo _ boon, avoer sinco, tho happicat of men. Nothing . is more doeply rooted in my conviction than that . I owo more to your pura love and wifely exampla than to all the world beside. Ieaven bless you! You are the best of good women! Kiss the childrou for their father’s aske, and lot thom kiss you in the same bebalf. Yours forover, . TuEononE. 37 BEATT RESTS UPON You." . SUNDAT NOON, WASHINGTON, March 28, 1800, 0 My Esrovsep Bamst: How could you so eruolly disappoint my expectation of moeting you hero to-morrow? . . . I am balf of .opinion that you are coming after all, and mean to take me by a joyfnl surprise. Whonovor you tome, I will cry welcome! To-day i3 tho first * iny of loisuro which I have had since my arrival {n this city. DBut this leisuro brings homesiok- wogs, and nnuttorablo dosires to see your sweot solf and the little folks, T chide myself becauso I bave written you so * tow lotters, aud these suoh serawny frult, DBut svory day, from early morning to midnight, my iimo has boon occupied with busy carcs, oroat- mg o kind of bewildermont of mind which malkea * writing impossible. My lotters to tho Inde- pendent havo been actually fored out of mo,— toilsome tasks, done agaivatmy will, and uosaltod mith auy zeal of composition. And, it L wero to nrito you a love-lottor which should prove as sarrou a8 o husk, you would rathor nono had se0u wrilten. But, when your lnst note reminded mo that I bavenot writton to you from Washington au sopiously or as warmly as I wroto fromthio Wet, I folt that you wronged me by not refloctiug on the difforence botweon my stuation loro and my situstion there, Hore, overy moment of my . day Is busy ; there, T did nothing ail day but et pither in a car or & Lotel, snd wait for tho oven- ing. Even to-dsy, which I bave called & day of laisure, my loisure will ond in an hour from now, forI am goiug somewhore (I don't know whora) to make au addross to a congrogstion of negroes, I went to church this morning out of pure hunger to hear some Christisn bymu-siging, I don't caro groatly for sormons, but I am a be- liovor in bhymna. I felt na lonely in the midst of tue congrogution as o monk who says prayors in a folitary coll. The text was, ** And they wont aud told Jesus,” L'ho discourso was vory good, but not as good a8 the text. I thought, during all the exorolses, of how many dilforent lives I load,—somotimos all ab. worbed with public affairs, somotimes in un en- tirely diforoul world and only at vorse-making, somotimos a etill totally different porson and molding my thoughts for publie speoch aud tho popular assombly. Difforout fuclinations, load- ing to entirely differout pursuits, so ovormastor me ench in turn, that somotimes [ have one persouslity and womotimes another. Iam sure it i uot overy one who olther wvxperiences such + s lifo or can even comprohond it, But, whichovor wind btows, I find in & little while that you, wmy desreat, arc my shoot- wnchor, I need your presence and influenco, not only for the comfort of my life, but for the ata- bility of my mind. I fool to-day ns if Icould bunbly kiss your lips. O my vife! I more sud more reallze tho exceeding greas influonce whioh your nature hay, unconsciously to both of ns, oxorted upon mino, Ilknow thatIam a bet- jor man because God gave you tome, Butl tromblo to think that 1 may perhaps have meanly rociprocated this bouuty by selfiahly living too much to mysolf and too little for you, Bitting here to<dny, and thinking of you afar off, I am proud of your character, of your affeo- ton forme, of the littlo childrou of our love, and of all the swoot pioturos of the lome-faces ihut I now sco with my mind's oyo. ‘When I think that you buve spont your life formy sako, my heart overflows with gratitude for tho gift of your pure and disinterested -Jove, Nover any othor womsn so filled my ideal of momanly nobility. My heart rests upon you, aud s satisflod. Would to God I could soo you hore to-doy ! Iknow I am too uneven and tutultuoua to show you always a cousteous and ' & man humblo and dovont, xnightly front, But my heart bonra no false witnoss whon it tostifien that its supreme and undofilod affection on oarih s now and evor- mors for you, and for no other. . (Graco, moroy, and peacs, ba with yon on this Babbath-day! Make Hoavan famillar with your husband’s name by your prayors for his dally strongthoning in s Chriatisn lifo, And now, with blessings and bonodiotions on the swootest mothor of the best of children, I eond kissos and toars to onch and all. Forever thino, Tneopons. TaR ¥ OHILD-LIRE MOTRRA." Nrw Yonx, June 3, 108, My Dear Perr, . . The inclosed lottor T forgot to mail yoaterday. I am sorry I waa ab- wont witon Honry Ward callod with & a¢ my offico, : ‘With Jovo to the ohlldren and thoir child-liko mother, I am yours forevermore, THRODORE, *! JOYS THAT ARE NEVER TO DR FORGOTTEN." AT THE OFFIOER, } Tricsday Morning, Aug, 91, 1888, My WernL-Beroven Wieg: I enjoyod your re- cont visit a8 much as I ovor enjoyod a similar occaslon in all my life,—~in somo respocts, more than all preceding similar visits. The memory of it lingers in my mind a8 tho fragrance of a gardon clings to ono's garments long nftor walk- ing through it, % 1t is only now and thon* I supposo, in tho Yives of tho bost of good pooplo, that thoy appoar to onch ather at tho very highest poiot ' of moral devolopment and Bpiritusl riponess, DBut it s cortaln that yon showed yourself vory lovely to mo on that boautiful Bundny ovoning. Iregister that scone in my momory, —olnsging it with tho othor choicest romoem- brancos of my life,—ranking it amopg the joys that aro nover to bo forgotten. I would to God I woro mot so easily overcome by my own worldly-mindeduess as to bo brought so quickly and fatally down from my heavenly mooda totho carth. But this belongs to the inflrmity of humnn natare. I havo walked like n King ever sinco that evening, No labor has beon too arduous, no sacrifico too groat, for me. It is auch fruition that our mutual love ought always, or oftoner, to boar. May God make uu wise, rich, and purol” Torover yours, ‘[1itEODONE. ' NO WOMAX RERE 18 LIKE MY WIFE." Nmwrant, R 1! Mondsy Aftornoon, Aug. 23, 1863, My Best Berovep : A groat company is gath- oring lioro st this momont. Carringos are roll- ing up at the door; Iadiea and gontlomon aro gotting out ; congratulations ara going oa ; but 1 don’t caro for the fasbionablo display, and hsve excused mysolf from mingling in the parade. I never bofore had a realizing thought of so much fashion brought into contact with so much Na- turo. Horo ono sgos at thosame glanco the ocean and its waves, and silk dresses and scent~ ed handkerchiofs, I don’t relish the comparison. Novertholess, if pooplo aro to load fashionable lives st all, let thom load them in the compon- sating prosenco of Naturo, I am gotting some- what homesick, notwithstanding tho groat kind- ness of my host; and tho great ingenuity ho hes displayed in providing manly plessures for my own specla! circlo of hia gueats. + - «+ Ihalf-repent mo of my long stay,— particularly sinco I am quite awaro that yonhave beon Jonckome moanwhile, Your brief note which I recoived yesterday, montioning tho sick- noss of Alice, aud your own disappointmont at not sceing your husband, ohid me into compunc- tion for my dallying in this place while you were ropining in another. . No womsn hete {8 Iike my wifa; no children like our children,—none go fair-looking,~none g0 woll-bohaved. TRich mon's houses ofton lnck poor mon's tredsurcs, I am hore in the midstof groat luxury, but sm moro thau over contont with my own moderate resources. 1 have heen roflecting that God has beon ox- ceedingly Iind to you and to ms. Onr love and marrringe, our children, our friends, our good repntoe among people whoss good opinion ja golden, our daily comforts,—nll make mo thank: fal for my lot a8 it is, ratber than restless aftor what it is not., I havo ponnod these linos just to fill & fow mo- ments of lelsure with thnt plensaniest of ll oo« cupations,—thinking of my Wife and childron, This malkos the sccond lottor which I havo writ- ten to you to-day. Ho; youace, I da nat fargat you. TiEoDORE. BASS-FISMING, CUTTYHONR TSLAND, Martha's Vineyard Sound, Aug. 24, 1860, My Dean Per: I am at this moment the only man not in bed on ths island, It is late at night, and overybody has gouno to his bunk, excopt one man, who profors first to write to his wifo. This day has beon one of. the most romantic days of my whole life, Firat of all, lot mo tell you that this place i¢ ono of the Elizaboth Islcs, that lie oft Newport almost 80 miles. This1a about a milo long, and a milo brond: ligh rocks all nround the odgo ; the soll grassed for sheop, but growing almost nothing olso; and the popu- Intion, including men, swomon, nnd children, be- ing only n few fishermen's familics, numbering not more than 100 souls, ) , Somo Now York and Philadelphis gontlemen, finding that the placo was solitary and tho bags~ fishing fine, put up & club-house hore a year or two ago. These gontlomon all doparted to-dny, about half an hour after we arrived, They made us promise, howover, that we wonld ocenpy their bunks, vse their flanuol jackets aud oil-skin trousiors, and fisk with their rode. Their hospi~ tality was magnificent, and we accoptod it. Accordingly, Mr. J—, Mr. MoM—, and mysolf ave here, lodged like throe Princos, hav~ ing three negroos to cook for us, Tho yacht lles in the barbor. To-day I have boon fishing for bass, but canght none, owing to a sovero wind blowing directly toward the shoro, ‘making it almost impossible to throw out a bait far onongh. Toll father that the flshermen hore sit on o rock, using a short rod and reel, a line about 600 fool in longth, and that ono of the gentlomen caught, some days azo, s basa that weighed 57 pounds, Tho average welght of tho bass hore taken in 25 pounds. But the only bass caught to-day weighoed only fivo poundsand a half, But, whilo trolling for blue-fish with tho hont this morning, I took fine fellow that woighed sevon and a half, In flahing for baes, two mon nlwaya stand to- gother, ono with the fishing-rod, and the other With a gaT, or greut pole with an ron grappling, to plorco the flsh ‘and litt lvim up tho steop rooks, One gontleman cnught, o few days ago, ten basg ihat woighed 312 pounds ; and the comment on bia foat was, * Rathor small fish !" Our Jorsoy fishormen know nothing of such huge fluh as are horo takon. . L To-night the wind howle, the moon silvora the Aon, the lightlionso shines, and universal graud- our and loveliness porvado Nnture. I am sitting by & hot fire, a8 if the night air woro wintry, I focl like Alexandor Bellirk, *Monarch of all I survoy.” T almost imagino that I am not in my own country,—in fact, that T am hardly In this old and familinr worid,~but translated to some strange and unaccountablo place. 1f yon could look out irith mo on this ‘night's.pieture of the ocoan, rebu from those cliffs, which are blder ihan mankind, you would nover forget the sight, DBut, as I am to wake bofora the dasn to-mor: raw, I must go tobed before midnight. So good- night, Evor yours, Treopong TirToy, *‘ TEACH THEM TO ADORE THEIX MOTIHER,” Neweont, Monday, Aug, 27, 1866, My DantaNo: . o o Ibavonot wishod that you were here, except for the plossure of your compauy, forI donot think you wonld find much enfoyment in the society of tho Indios now at this house, The young are frivolous, and the oldnre stupid, I have no wmore to eay to oither olays than just to boelvil, . .+ o ‘Lhe weathor is glorious,~perfect and without blomish. I bollove I ordinarlly soo too littlo of Nature for my soul's good; for communion with theso great waves snd grand clouds mnkes In oll my more sol- omn thoughts, I find myself conatantly thinking of your own dear solf,—my soul's true ssoolute for timo and etornity. Kien tho doar ohildron, and tesch them ta love tholr father, but to adere tholr mother. *' OUR DEAR OHILD WHO ROBE INTO HEAVEN." Tnox Hounr, TroY, Nov, 13, 1800, My Daruixa ¢ 1 have srrived fn Troy, takon my suppor, and now drop you a line of remom- branco,beforo golng to bod. I feal that to-day Ihisve bogun my wintor's work in oarnost. On lonying homo this morning, I oast a lingering look bobind, and oxclaimed inwardly (a8 Eve, in the Garden, sxahlmng outwardly) : **MUST I LEAYR TIER, PANADIAR" ? I witl gonfoss to & feeling, on coming nway from home to-day, of unuaval dinquiot of mind,— somothing akiu to bittorness of eplrit, This was occanioned oxelusivoly by my droad of such long absoncos from ' home as I am now throatonod with. My lonollnoss, howover, passed away during thoday. . . . Twilight and nighttall oame upon our train ag 1t waa paseing Nowbnrg, I nover ace that cltyin tho night, with its banik of light, but I think of our deor ohild who rose from it at midday into Hoeaven. I thought anow of ail our moonlight sail down the river that night, carrying that pro- clous corpso in tho bow of tho stonmbont, while tho moouboams silvered tho box in which our jowel was locked. But no sorrow entored into my thoughta at tho recollection, It is thus that “Time," ay the provorb says, *‘is tho groat con- soler.” At this dlstanco from that gravo nosug- geation of Mattio’s death comos to my mind with pain : on the contrary, evory backward look up- on hier birth, hior sickuoss, hor death, hor porpot- ual woekly tributo of fresh flowers from our hands,—sll theso thoughts are full of a strange and swoet dolight tomy mind. . . Good night, my datling! Kisa tho children for tholr faihor's sake, Tineovone. 441 WISIE YOU WERE HERE." Buntinazox, Nov. 13, 1866—10 p. m. My Danuna: . . . Tho woathor is golden —porfeot—indeseribablo. The Groen Mountaing apd Lako Champlain are smong God's best works. The moon, that pursued mo up the Hudson, tarries with mo in my chamber to-night, But I wish you were hore, ' instead of Diaua and ber chilliness, ‘T11EQDORE, * I WOULD NOT EXCHANGE MY WIFK FOJ ANX OTH~ ER IN TUE WonLD." ALTOONA, Pa,, Monday Nigut, Nov, 26, 1808, My Dantve 3 Alter riding all day,—ronding, thinking, napping, aud oatching cold,—I havo brought up in this woll-romembered place about bed-time. Hore, two yoars ago, I was cast away by the floeds. . . . Iam glad you came with me to the cars. It made mo more cheerful than if I had left you in the tearful mood in which you nnd Florence stood in tho parlor this morn- ing. Xour tesrs compelled mo to bo somewlat reserved, lest J should havatears to match. Your parting queation, whether or not your Tovo totatly and thoroughly sntisod me, would hsve hoen answered by o very demonstrative Lug round the neck, wero it not that spectators were looking into the carriage, and tho Herald might baye contained, the uext day, & report of the econo, 1 do not think it possible for & human belug to lova another more heartily and moro sublimo- ly than you love me. And I beliovo that my lovo, in roturn, is 08 much asg Iv i possiblo for o man to bear toward o womsu. ‘Whether & wifo loves moro than a husband, or a husbaud more then & wife, I nm unablo to say. I know one thing, howover, aud that is: 1 would not oxehango my wifo for any othor iu the world. It I wero to-dnyan unmoored sbip, 1 would anchor in sho self-samo harbor of peaco which your own true love hea made for ma. You still chide yoursolf for a fancied failuro in filling your husband's ideal of n wife. No—yon have orealed my ideal of o wifo, aud (like God's morcy) are * bottor than I could aslc or think.” You know that, though Iam given to onthu~ sinem, and thoreforo to tho intenso exprossion of warm sflection, novertholoss I never spoak flattorics, and not often praiee. Dut, now that L am face to faco with n throo months' nbaence from home, your own fove, oxamplo, character, and rebuko of my imporfectnoss by your trus mornl nobility, are the chief inspitation of my Jifo and labor, Bo good-night. Lvor yours, TSLEODOBE, A MOMENTARY JLLUSION, Prrrapuita, Pa,, Tucedoy, Nov, 27, 1600, My Apsest Danava: X have snfoly rerchod tho city of my first Western appointmont., At this momoent, of all the moments of thoe day, I wish you were here, It is the twilight hour; tho room is cosy and cheorful; the soft-cosl fire is bright; tho rocking-chalr ia cmpty; and evory- thing invitos you to stop Into this smug and pretty chumber, I am driven nowasdays to live much in the imaginali I actually suceeod somotimes, particularly while half-dozing ia the cars, iu putting myacl? back tato my own houso sndhiome. Dut tho momentary illusizn quickly brenks into tho roality of my lovolinoss and soparation. Last evoning, somo envious and churlish bresth of cold air caught held of my throat, and to-doy I have hnd & homoopathio physiclan, ... . Iam now waiting for my Committee, who will bo hore in a fow moments, Whoroforo, my boloved, good-by. Ever thimo, . Turoponk. ** A 3OST VILLAINOUS DINNER," YounasTows, O., Wednesduy Afternaon, Nov. 38, My DzanPer: I have just ropeated onoof the delights of my boyhood : I have takon n sail in a canalbont. Eight mites of tho distance bo- tween Piltsburg and this place must bo per~ _formed in tho old-faskioned way of mulos and rope. It seomed lito tho middlo ages renowed, s 1 crossed my logson the Cuptain’s binnaclo this morning, survoyed tho country, forgot prog- ress, ana remombered tho past. Bafely brought to Youngstown, I am quariored in tho mest wrotched of hotels, and have just eaton & moat villainous dinnor. - Congratulato yourself that you sre not lhere to-dny. If you couldn't eat anythlng at the Continental, what would you do here? My meoting is to bo Lield in tho Moth- odist Church, and, ag the skios aro vow raining cats ond dogs, I prosumo my sudience will bo overwhelming. But, last night, at Pittsburg, the Acndomy of Music was o comploto jam, Not- withstanding my cold (which s bottor to-day), 1 did my work complotely. “Love to all, I'rEoDORE. 4 IN THE MIDST OF OREAT LADONS." Axrioy, 0., Baturday, Midnight, Dec, 1, 1800, MyDean Wirr: Iam Intho midst of groat labors. X feel that I am summoned, this winter, toa groater task thanI havo cver boforo at- tempted. My audionces aro vory Inrgo,—largor thon 1 had dared to hope, 2y reception by the people Is very kind,—far heyond my donort. Evory day my work apponrs more and moto rori- ous, I feol asolemn sense that I am pursning my true vocation, I am consclons of spenking with n gonuino earnestness, night atter night. My bodily health stands woll thus far, though my “volco I8 not at its best. g But I fooll tho Inck of & wife's companionship to such a degreo that I writo this lettor on pur- pose to eponl of 1t, 1 you could have rond to mo this afternoon, I conld have got asleep, A half-hour's sloep would have had a golden valuo. Idon't sleep at nightas woll as I ought. I speak of it thus onrly Dbecause I mny yot find it nocessary to msk you to meot mo in the West. I canpot abandon my wintor's work, unless I actunlly brealk down under it, Noitheronght I to go forward with it, cxcept with all the helps which cau bo offered. Of theso, you aro tha chief, Novw, I'am not ssying that yon must coms, or that I yot abeolutoly need' you to como: Iam only anylng that it may bo necesesry for you to come by and by, I cautell bottor aftor anothor woek or tortnight. Meanwhile, this note is a fullllmentof the promise which I made whon I told you that I would write daily of my secret thoughts, And the prodominant thought of all theso is, whethor or not 1ehall prove adoqusto to tho great task, and tho great opportunity, sud the groat roward of this wintor’s promised plans, The moment Iam through with my lecturo, T erave that kind of quiet which comos botter from your compan~ longtip thun from sny othor source in the wortd, Ou .the other luud, tho personal fatigues of travel sre greator than I would willlugly sce you dubjosted to for my sake,~partloulnsly sinco Iwust tiavol dully, aud somotuues by night. ‘Thero Iy & sorioun qneéllnn whether yon could stand thin trial of your bodily strength, T fecl tho grest importange of muking no fail- uro this winter. And the only ‘probable fallure will e a faflure of health. If this digsater should arise, it will arise chiofly through the un- soothied and uncomforted reaction which follow spenking, and which sometimos follow it ko ss to provent aloop. 1bave medo one strong detorminntion, and that fa: that I will not force Nature by sny etimalants nor sodatives,—r~‘thor wino to ex- olto, nor alo to allay, my blood. I am taking consclontions caro of my body and soul. And, sinco I hinve been on this tour, T havo had somo of tho swootost moments of my life. But thoy nood asharer. Lot us both think of it firet, and deoldo attorwards. Good night. Tirronons. DEEOUER '*NOT AB MORALLY GREAT AS UK OXNOE WAR" SUNDAY Nianm, Axnow,0,, Dec, 3, My Dantanag: Ihavo just boon moved to write along lottor to Mra. B—rw about May. Itis chiofly about having a parposo in life, and. how to earry it ont. Of Iate I have beon thinkiug much of my own life, h You know that I don’t attnch na much impor- anco as many do to cortaln churchly idens of tho Chrigtian life. It scoms to me that the trucst roothod, and tho surost, of dovolopinga Christian charactar, fs novor to sworve from one's own in- ward idoo of right, whethor or not this ideal bo in conformity with tho prevailiug conventional notions of good men, or of the best of men. I have beon looking back upon my ton yenrs of public life, and judgine of it motives. Looking bnck thus, I can soe that I havo always boen earnest and strafghtforward, but always too mich in tuo intorest of myself, and too littlo willing to Lo counted ns nothing in comparison with the worl to which X have boen sot as an in- strument. 2 Latoly 1 have beon endeavoring to ascortain what are my earthly ambitions ; to strugglo with thom, and conquor them. 1 have no ambitlon to be rich,—I nover had: none to be in olitical offico; nono for mocial or fashionablo pro- ominenco ; none, that I can datoct, for orntorical distinction; aud not n gront deal for a literary roputation, My public notorioty occastonally flushos mo with plensure. Bat, on the whole, I ‘boliove I can truthfully say that I have, in great moasure, put saido tho idols which I used to worship. I onco bolleved, judging by my personsl ox- perlonce, that publio life—particularly such a 1ifo ns that of s young man promaturely famons ~ig bad for the charactor nnd crippling to tha soul, ¥ used to fool this at times I many keon relf-ropronchos. Dut, whon ono has at firt tasted tho swoets of raputation, and ot Jast of their insipidity, T think he gots o more sober, philosophic, snd just viow of what {8 valuable, and what is value- 1ess, in lifo, than in almost any orber way. As a consequence, mony of tho men of groat fame whom I intimately know wnke no such ruling impression on my mind ne many of my privato frionds do. But, if I kad no roputation myself, L should still bo dazzled by theirs, as T was once dazzled yeara sgo. For inetance, 1like Mr. Boechor in mauy respeots na well aa Lover did, But ho las caaged ta bo my soul's prop,—ceaged to inspire mo to my best lifo. I bolieve ho is not as mor- ally great ag ko once was. I da not now refor at all to hin politicol viows. Ilis political viows havo made no change in my foolings toward him a8 & friend. Bub there was an elder virtuo which las sinco gono out of him,—uu iufluenco which used to brighten my lifo whon I cotme uu- dor its ray; an influence, however, which be- esmo graduslly quonched like & vanishing sun- beam. Hencoforth I take no pattorne after pnblio mon,—great men,—famous men. Thoy are nob 80 good.as my wife aud children, Half an hour's talk with Mrs. ~—— makes mo o better man than a hnli-dozen sormons comld do. Ihave had o swoet Sobbath day,—one that Lus baptized my soul, 1 spoko t01,000 children this aliornoon, and I have been in o glow ever alnco. This will ac- count for tho fact thab I have.written two such pormons in letters, But now I end, Good night. Forever yours, ‘TiEODORE. {UANY MAN S8 A FOOL TO NE JEALOUS,” Lavont#, Iod,, Dee, 6, 1860, My Daruiva: I have ridden all doy long, and am just arrived, at dark, about an hour bofore my lecture, I am wo excited in mind by n sonse of my being imprigsoned awsy from homo, and barred out by impassnble walls, hindered from socing you by eruel obstacles, that I can do nothing ot this momont but mako an outburst of my feolings. T onght now to bo comporing mysolf for my task, but T feol moro like tuking flight Eastiward in tho next train, All day long I have been roading Grifiith Gaunt, Go to the bookstore, buy n copy, ana read it,—that is, if you would liko to bo doing tho same thing with mysclf. Iam not yoi far onough in the story to know the moral mesuing, but it bas excited mo considerably. It turns on jealousy. I am not jealous, nor do I know the fooling. I think any man is a foof to bo jealous, If ho is jenlaus without cuuse, ho is foolish; if wilh cause, moro foolish. ButI am somewhat disturbed, and have been fov a long while past, at tho diminkhing faith which I entortain for human natnre, Human chinracters do not seem so lovely to me n8 thoy once did. Perhaps this view is tomporary,—the roBult of a passing shadow. Or rathier, perhaps, it i becauso I do not entertaiu so £ood an opin- ion of my own characler—its moral strength and unbending rectitude—as I once supposod I could Jjustly entertain. During iy travols I have had profound reflec- tlons on my life. I am nwonk man, supposod to be ptrong ; & selfish man, supposed to bo tho world'a lover and belper; an earthly-mindod mau, suppoaed to bo niore Christiau than my fol- lows. Icannot endure the mockery,—It bresds agony in me. i At this moment I am completaly wratohed, yot expecting iv ton minutos to step forth to a pub- llo woleome ! T'ho outaide life is ono thing ; the inslde, another, I dare not show the inslde to tho world, Aud yot I must show it perpotually to God. . I am endeavoring to livo & manly life,—not what the over-generous world shall 8o osteom, but what, in my inmost consclenco, I shall know to bosuch, Ihnave had many wrestlings of my soul with Hoavon of lafo, I fool mysolf scarrod, apotted, misorable, and unworthy. Trom this feeling during tho day, I have takon relugo in my lecture at night,—sometimes turning It almost into a gormon, 1 have come to foel ox- netly us the Prodigal felt. . An inward royointion of n.man's self to himsolf 1s s awlal thing, It lifta one's face to the Eternal World. Ionco- forth miy prayer is, that God may keop mo noarer to Himeolf, My lifo is o unprofitable that I somotimeu dare not turn round and look upon it You cannot guess for what ono thing I mout yearn to aoo you. 1t is, to kueel by your side at our famillar ovoning-prayer. My pravers of lato have scomed all wpiritiess without you. 1am nevor 4o trus a wan 88 n my prayors,— when Ihave pryed with my arm around your neck. It scoms to ms now that I caunot live this wintor without at leust soeing you anco or twwico,—it for no otlor moments than firs} those greatest of all moments I aee, with .agony in the rotrospoot, how my Jifo has boon marrod by socinl influencea coming from your mother,~how thoy dlsnstronely Liave affooted us both, If you should ever apponr to mo anything less than the jdeal womm, the Ohristian salut, that I know you to be, ] shall uot care to live a day longer. i 1 cannot writo further. I must stopsnigo to my audionce. 1t fs droadful to bo ko full of fool- ing a8 Tam at this momont. God blous [youl Turopaue, * YOU ARE MY WHOLE WORED." | La Pours, Ind,, Dec, 7, 106, MrDaRtNG: . . . AL evory pluco whire I atop, I got soven or eight lottors,—for fnstyuce, lant ovoning I found six awalling my arhval, But, dwing all my absonoe, Lhavescon only‘\ouu, golitary, procions, and prizod picco of your own dear haudwriting, Give my love {o tho chiaks, kissing them each in the ordor, and pulling their oara gontly for thoir papn's sako, You are my wholo world. Bvor and forover thine, TstropoRe, ' 1TOW CLEARLY YOU NIAVE OUTSTRIPPED MB." Avtiona, Iil,, Deo, 7, 1860, My Drtrotovs Dantiva: It i8 a comfort to got ottt of tho cars, and it down to pon snd iuk, and sond you my love. + + + A goodlandlord and & contonted host- lor mako o good jnn. + « « Tho chiof burden of my roflectiona hing beon, How shall I honcoforth koop myself noblor in spirit, more pations undor orossos, moro herolo to attain a trno manliood, more con- sonant with God's will? My life scoms to have boen thus far o folly, I am ashamod of it. I have beon winning what the world prizes,~hon- or, roputation, iniluonce,—~but all these, to the npossessor, aro liko tho goldon applo of tho fable; thoy full to ashos in hly grasp, Beated by tho car-window, gezing on the prairies, thinking of God's blessing in allowing my sollish hieart to boat againet your unselfish ono,—a wife of whom I am unworthy,~—I soo how clearly you have outstripped mo in what, after al), coustlintes truo Olristian character, trio nobillty, and tho truo objoct of human life, A thousand milen aro at this momont botweon us, but you scom to be noar mo and around me, llke a guardian angel. O my swoot wife! if sometimos I am undomoustra~ tive, and earry my lovo unoxpresscd, yot nt othor timeos it glows and burns within me jike n holy firo! Iscs in mysell so many points of wonknosd whorever you stand against mo ay my prop, that Iam convinced, in my relloctivo moods, that T owo mygood namo and fama in tho world more to your ivfluenco on my character than to my wheront charaoter itsolf, ‘You charged mo, whon1oamo away, to writo my secrotost thoughts, and nol to chronioln ox- tornnl ovonts, 1 love tho poople awong whom I am hero thrown, These Westernors aro a noblo raco. They gripmy hand with a splendid wel- come. But, aftor all, in all their thyift, their activity, thoir prospority, there s something in nearly every man whom 1 meat that savors too much of this world. Iscoin von, ond ina few women, more grostnoss, such ne Christ would havo called great, than in all tho motloy, ruab- ing company of brave and hardy men whom I oncountarday by dsy. And T, too, am no bottor than thoy. Butyou, and Mrg, ——, and the Saints, are far aliord of us ol in the pilgrimago townrd Zidn. I linve thoroughly tested the vanity of all that part of this life which most people think bost worth the living. Hencoforth I wish to join you, and tho company of the good, tho pure, th prayerfal, tho salf-donying, the Christ-loving. Indeed,my swoet pot,tho other world soems not {ar off evon whon this world scems most near. Lot us be wodded auow,~with love inseparablo and ovorlasting, Tt 2ODORE, ‘*GUIFFITI GAUST™ AND * FELIX ltOLT." ON TaE OAns, NOKTHERN INDIANA, Doc, T, 1806, My DAnriNe : This ratiling train ebakes my poneil, but I must endesvor to writo to say that 1 havo just finisbod * Grilith Gaunt.” It is o poworful and interesting wtory,—well constructed, though not remarkably woll writ- ton, I don't caro particularly whethor you read it or not. It has not baptized and snointed mo like our mutunl reaching of * Felix Holt.” Do you not often recall that sweot ovening in Twelfth streot, whon, late at night, wo finighed thal heroic story ? T can seo you ab this moment lying propped on the sofa, your red shawl nround your shoulders, and your water-proof cloal over your foet. That night, and the day that followed it, filled mo ns full of human happiness as my hear conld bold, # Grifith Gaunt " euds in o far sweeler and ‘moro agrocablo manner than one expects when heis iu tho midst of ita pages, But I have novor mot o character in ‘auy romanco equal to ono which, if I woren romancist, I could draw from & cortain woman I know. ‘Iho novels turn teo much on a love as a pas- sion, a4 o jenlousy, a8 & madnesy, a8 nn intoneo adoration for tho timo being ; aud it is only horo and thero that ono scos in a novel the true and porfectlovoof a true and perfect woran,—the lovo that dwolls in the soul rather than in tho heart. Men and womeon who have tho mero natural instinel for loving, love with tho heart ; but they who bave o true genius for loving, love with the soul. The noblest patt of love is honor, fidelity, constaney, solf-abnogation,—uot the claup of the hiand, nor the kiss of tho lips, nos tho ocstasy of fondnegs. Sometimes that which most deligts the heart most cheats tho soul. It is for this reason that lovers ought somotimes to bo sep- avatod. Now, to bear each other in momory, in daily and hourly picturcs of tho fancy, in constant mutual commnnings of soul without contact of tho flosh, in perpotual noarnoss notwithstauding miles of distanco, in an abiding roverence, un- foigned, lofty, aud onnobliug,—this is the great prorogative of truo love, Nomon loves n woman as a woman Jovosa man, until Lie has attained to such an expericuco s this of tho union of two souls by their no- blest possiblo interchange. But, in some lives, this comes not at all; and, in the best lives, it comes only at tho crowning moments, O that wo wero horole enough to seck always to live our best possible life! I am trying mora than over. God help us both. Thine immortaily, IHEODORE, *! THE SWEETEST FAMILY." PuinorTow, ., Dee, 8, 1800, My Sweer Per: . . . At th distance trom home, I realize how much of my happincss consists In the daily sight of your dear black oyes. If ovora man bad love, reveronce, and pride for bis wite, Iam Le. You now seem tho ono bright spot on tho Atlantio const. I picture you at this moment ay sitting in the sunshine of our library,—porhaps at your writing-desk, por- haps at the Bombay table. 1 hopo tho sun is as goldon over Brooklyn to- day a8 here. Tho children of course are with you, Flor- enco is reading a book ; Alice is cutting u paper- doll ; and Cad is stealing tho scigtors from his mamma’s work-baskot. Ob, it I could enter upon your littlo group, unaware, ab this momont! God bless you all! I bave tho sweotost famuly that ever Heavon gave to an unworthy man. 1 know uot what agonios of soparation aro in atoro for us throngh tho stroke of doath, I huow, however, that, if I were now to unsoal tho fountaiu of my foelings, I could make my hoeurt acho ina momont st the thousand miles that part us to-day, Ob, little flock, unto ouo and ull, bo grace, meroy, and peaco | Ihine forover, Treovone, ‘“THE FULL-DLOWN IOSE OF WOMANKIND.” IuriNots, Duc, 11, 1860, My 8weer Wire: Iom in Galesburg, whero I have had o long and quict afterncon, all to my- selt, . Ispont it in walking about town, dodging tho committoe, evading callors, looking at tho public burldings, and enjoying ono of tho most perfoct of winter-days, I thon returned to my roon), took s nap, droamod that I was at homo, and bave just now lighted my lamp to write my daily lottor to tho full-blown roso of womankind. o “puesudngronens,” GALzsBORG, Tl,, Wednesiday Morning, Deo, 19, '00, Ay Danuina: . o o Dwasup till midnight aftor my locturo last evoning, talking with Ld- ward Boeclior, mninly about his backsliding Brooklyn brothor. Dr, Beechoer lnpresses mo ay aman thoroughly truo, sincere, Rimple-hourted, ond morally noble, Ho said that tho brothors and alstors nover wroto to one another, or sel- dow, and that ho did not know whether any ono or ull of them agreed with Honry or with nim. solf, I trust that my own children, if thoy live to grow up, will bo moro ncocssary to cach othor's happinous than thoso Boochors appoar to oo« 4 T oconnionally take out your two letters (which aro all that 1 have thua far received), and road thow ovor two or threo timow, During the re. minindor of my tour, you mnat ablige mo with & lino at every niation,--something to moet mo tlicro,—aven if only » singlo psgo, with your nsme and lovo signod therdto, 1 am ng dopondent upon your love and sympn-~ thy on tho children avo. This you will not bo- liovo, but It {s true. More and more you grow Into the picture of tho perfect wifes * Thero Iy 1000 upon enrth thnt I desire boeldo thoo.” To think of yon as tripping up and down stafrs, put- ting tho ohicks to bed, sitting at the ton~ tray, or auywhore and overywhore gliding about tho house,—~this 1 ono of my meditativo om= ploymonts and spisitual delighte, . . . Evor yours, Turopone, 1ow 1 LONG 10 sER YOU, " Qurnov, T11,, Dec, 13, 1800, My DantiNag or DAnuivos: I havo just writ- fon two lottors to tho Jittle girls, and havo only minato left for adding a kiss for their mother. On, how I long to koo you! I yearn, and long, and pino to bo at home. I nover kuow tho strongth of my home-attachments till this win- tor. I uevor comprohendod how thoroughly wo aro a part of each othor, thil this sopnration, I blood lko & grape-vine broken off. But I can- not sny that T am ot cheerful, My work scoma important, and my wintor (it I am sparod through it) will Lo the most usoful ona of all my lfo. Lnm lecturing in dosd earnost. I have o mossage todeliver, 1 could not ondure to spesk night after night on any meroly literary or en- tortaining thome. I beliove 1 love my country purely and passlonatoly, and keek lior honor and integrity. I mustwork while yoi tho strongth and lifolnst. I havo alwnys bad n sonso that uoitbier would Inst for mauy years, Iver yours, Tugovons, A FEELING OF ENVY. * 87, Jowern, Mo., Dec, 14, 1800, My Danutya: . . . I lwve just arrived horo, in company with AMaj.~Gon. C—, IIo commands at Xort Riloy, & post about 160 miles farthor wost. 11ook upon him with envy, bo- causo ho is Lasting Lowo to a lovely wife, whilo I am daily speeding nway from ouo still lovelior. Yours faithfully, ‘CHEODORE, “DEAL, HIBTORIC, NODLE KANSAB.” Erpiinorn House, Lawnexcr, Kin,' BUNDAY AFTERNOON, Doc, 16, 1860, My Danuiye: Isn o dear, bistorie, noble Konsns,—tho Stato that was consecratod to Lib- erty amid srcrifices, sufforings, tonrs, nnd blood, ~—tho Stato which, to-day, is the Mussnchusotts of tho West. Leaviug 8t. Josoph, Mo., on Baturday morn- ing, about two hours afler midnight, I cawo in sight of the biufls of Iort Leavenworth in the ently gray of the dawn. Whilo tho steamer was plowiug her toilsome way through the ioo of the Missonti, I paced tho dock slono, musing on tho strange nud Hlustrious oarly history of the young Btate whose woil wis tho battlo-ground of the first struggles in the War for Ameriean Liborty. Thore was something bowitching in tho carly hour; tho day wos dim; o storm of hail sud snow was falling; the scone was golomn, dismal, and grave; my beart was tonchied at tho thought that I was pnssing throngh n tompest into Kansps as Kansos had pasged through s tompest iuto Freedom, Ihave nover folt in all my lifo a more passionate, de- lightful, aud consccrating love for my country, than swelled within me in that stormy dawi. But I felt that other men had boon bieroic, and I tamo ; that other men bad snffered for their country, I novor ; that othor mon had fought for Liberty, aud I had only spoken for it. I folt that 1 had henceforth no right to squandor my years in golfish pursuite, snd rosolved to live for my country's eako in tho futwro. It is B0 casy to #llp down from a high, pure, unselfsh lifo into tho commonplaco groed of ordinary daily ox- perienco, that Iiind myself in noed of spocial gcencs and associations to renew to mo my oft- failing purposo of living for tho good, not for myself, but for my fellow man. . . . “Atter tho mooting I walkod with the Prosbyto- rinn minister to w high hill on which tho Univer- ity stands, and looked upon a prospect equal in oxtont and beauty to the econe that one beholds from Eagio Rock at Orange. Fror (ho walk I roturned o write this lottor to tho ono dosr woman who i8 now never a mo- ment out of my thoughts. O my duling! Ibe- liove L am in some respocts bucomo o different and better mon by reason of my Wostorn ox- perience, I bave had many communings with God ; many yenrnings for a purer life; many do sires for others, sud fewer for myself; many resolutions that I would bo trua to Liberty, Jus- tice, aud mycountry ; manydearand tonder mem- ories of my wifo and little ones. I havo beon greatly praised by good and noble men out hera; but I sook to consider overy flattering word unsnid and undeserved. I do not wish to ho caught in the not of vanity aud solf-con- ceit. I wish lienceforth to chusten my thoughts, onnoble my purposos, sacrificc my selflsh am- bitions, and livo as “undor the great Tisk- master’s oye.” I hayo several times suddenly felt, during my abscnco from homo, that I have been eurnestly and dovoutly prayed for by your doar solf. I kuu;;yaur lovo; I trust it; Ilive init; yot Idomnodfeserve it;. but I ennnot bo happy without it. You have my ,wholo heast, I seo you s the noblest of womon. May Lioaven bless you dmly, sinco you aro u blessing fram heaven to your faithful lover and husband, Tneovone Trrrox, # §QUANDERING ONE'S LIFE IN YORTUNE-SEEKING." Dio, 17, 1600, MySweeTPET: . . . My lettors have just arrived from the ofiice, Tomy groat joy, they contain two from yourself,—the one which you directed to Laporto, snd tho ono which you directod to Quincy. Notwithstanding thoy aro nenrly throo woeks old, theyaro wolcome and precious, Tho lotlers which you directed fo Akron will be forwarded tomeat Springfiold; Iil. Until to-day’s mail I had received from youy inall, only two lotters, though I must have written to you during that time not less than fif- teon. I porcoive that yoyr lotters are mostly writton at midnight. Plensado not feel burdened to write at unscomly and wearisomo hours, No duty is lald upon you to writo overy day,—cer- tafuly not to write evory night.- Of conrse you know howgroedily I devour your lottors, reading them aver nnd over again ; but I romombor that, whon I returnod from tho Woet two yoars ngo, I found you 5o thin and reduced thnt at firat 1 was frightencd. Don't situp lato at wnight. Ieep yoursolf fresh and young. « + . The difference botweon Kaneaa sud Missouri—oven to one duy's observation—in al- most incrediblo, Freedom, justice, Now England hiabits,—Sunday-selivals, good womon,—theso I srw in Lawronco as sigually us ono sces thom in Massachusetts, But thin Misvourl city, through which I took n earvingo-rida to-dny, stoms to bo given up to money-gotting, 1 don't believa in squundoring one's iifo in fortunc-sooking. I am glad that X bave not dediented my lifo to mer- chaudiso, or numbered wmysoll with those who *Duy, soll, and got gain,” I am a poor man to- day, aud am glad of it. If I hiad spont the timo, and choson tho means, to got rich, I wonld have baen & still moro warthless fellow than the geapograce who now signs himeelf your affection- ste husband, Turovone TiuTox, * A VISION 0¥ oML, Nowriwenr Mrssount, IN TUL OAuS, Dec, 18, 1660, } My Deroven Prr: 1bave now four lottors of yours inmy pocket. Thoy muko mo rich, I ofton take thom out and read lttle chofco son- touces of love over and over I havo been thinking of the differonco batweon soparation by distauce and - soparation by death, It acome now as i I could not enduro to pass o duy without writing to you; it would bo a vie- lonco to my feolings. Tven now, whon this old, shaking, and Jolting rall-car alost makes 1t im- possible for ma to write, I novertheless cannot help writing. Ibolieve that, if you woro not on the earth, but in Heavon, I eould not holp writ- Iug you s lsttor overy duy., My foolings aver- flow, and if I do not oxpross thon, I suffer pain, Mrs, ' lottor, recotvod yeatorday, gavo mo a littlo glimpso of your porfect love for your Linsland, Bho sald that you showed hor ono of my lelters while sitting with hor in churoh, and that sho neyor kuew any wowan b0 lavish so ,mnol love upon a man a8 yor uponme, That was tho myootost word in all ber loiter. I thank you for your profossion of affection, Porhaps T ought not to apoak of changes in myealf, aa not; boing tho bost Jndgo in my own caso ; and I sin- ceroly beliove that your dovotlon, fidallty, and Javishimont of lovo, are making mo n Liottar man, In ono of my lotters I montlonod that sometimes 1 folt v if you woro praying for mo at that ma. mont. I have bad the samo impression many timos sinco. Against such a guardlan lufluence Idaro not do or think wrong. You aroa wall about mo dny and niglit. Ihave novor lived sa victorions a lifo, in my soul, na during thosa lonoly winter-days. If sclfleh thoughts coma up, I chido them down. If tho apirlt of this world golzos my blood, I romombor that the only greatness is in moral strougeh, in self-donial, in the patient performance of duly, in a steadfnst forolooking to tho Btornal Lifo. . ‘I'io more I think of tho wholo subjoct of rall- glon, of theology, of tho chuteh, of dactrines, of creeds, I am inclined to undorvaluo, or rather goo tho littlo valuo, of everything but the Olris~ tinn charactor. All my lifo long I have had & daily tamitinrity with roligious creeds, oxorclaos, and warahip 3 and still, sfter all, I nn yotto lny A firet foundution of n true Chyiatian charactor.' T soo so much in my travols that goos to show how mon content thomsolves with low lives in- stead of high, with vulgar thoughts instend of pure, with solflsi greod instend of gon- orous gelf-sacrifice, that heroaftor I mosu to Lake pattern, not aftor mon, but aftor tho Groat Teacher. 'Fho words that koep ringing in my onrs are, “Lo yo thovofora porfect, as your Tather in houvon is perfoct.” Our lives are to bo not moroly good, but the best; our thoughts not moroly high, but tho laghost ; our.purposesi ot only noble, but tho noblest, ! Now, my darling, I have found out & way of{ vieiting homo withont your knowing it. I have' bouglit o little Scotol eap, which I carry in my| pocket oxcapt whilo I xide i tho cars. | Onco anl my hiond, it feols liko & gontle haud Inid sgainat{ my forchead. Assoon pa I got weary in my| rido, I draw my eap over my oyes, shut out ho! doy-light, stop noross tho Misslsuippi, tho prairies, tho Alloghenics, and tho East River, badk to Brookiyn. 1 glido my night-key, without nolso, into my own door, aud stop into tho hall ou tip-) toe, Firstof a1 sit & moment in tho groat! ann-chair, and look around at tho plctures, tho! sintuctte, and tho dome. Thon 1 croep sofity, into the parlor, and eit on tho red lounge. No- body is st iho piano or organ. Where can the' folka bo? Iwscoa light in the library, It in' midnight. Yon aro sicting at your deste writing ' Jotter to mo, not dronming thet X am at that very, woment looking ovor your shoulder. Dut, like one in o drosm, if I put out my loud to touch you, I cannot do it. Thora you sit. I can only seo you, love you, and bloss you, I capuot wake known my presonce. I suppose this 18 tho experience of the disembodled doad who rovisit tho living. Meaawhilo, the living, unaware of tho dend, ery: Qh for the touch of & vantalied hand, Aud the sound of a voica that s siill. I loave you ab your dosk, aud glide up-stairs. .Tho two little girls are fast nsleop in ono bed.' I peop into my own chambor, and seo a bed and pillow uncrushied by sny sleepor, The pictures ontho walls give mo solaco and wolcoms, I, opon tho door of the dark room, snd remembor ity delights of naps, nnd neatlings, and prayors, T tke a glimpso of Cad and Libbie, I goiuto tho third tory, tosoo if yon have any company in tho guest-chambor. No, nobody but tho pic- « tared soldior who has roturned to find his wife dond. Battor ho had fallou in the wara. I say to myself, “AmIa ghost or not? Am I alive or dend?" I come down-stnirs again, talio snother look at tho doar writer at her desk, and thon suddonly rusls out of the house, hastening back, ovor hill and valloy, river and lake, to get to my appointment 2,000 miles from home, whore I walt wistfully until the lottor which I saw you writing shall bo dellvered to my hand, T told you that I have now four of your lottots. Tsaw you writo thomall! O my sweot sister, wifo, and angol,—all in one,~love me for over- mora, Yonrs dovoutly, Tirkopone. “110W 18 IT POSSIULE THAT T DID NOT IRING IER Wit JE P JrprEnsox CIxT, Mo,, Dec, 18, 1866, My Dartiva : Whilo riding in the rickety cars this morning, I wrota you & letter fu lead-noncil, but hed no epportunity to mail it till arrving horo, 80 I shiull inclose it in the samo envelops with this. Joferron City is tho Capital of Missouri,—a town beantifully situnted, The Stato-ilouso stands on & bluil overlooking tho Missouri River, commanding a spectacla a8 grand oy ono Bees, in looking {from Newburg down the Hudson toward the goto of the Highlands, It is whon I ece such sights as I have scen this ufternoon, and such as Inow seo out of my window moonlight evening, thot I fool liks a *miser” truly **mis- orable,"—to be enjoying them all alone. 'The bills are thickly clad with snow ; tho broad river is balf-covored with ico ; the sky is the porfec- Lion of clearness ; and the moon is approaching Ler full. “ How in it possible,” I sny to myself, * that 1 Qid not bring her with me ou this journey?" Corininly the journoy hs its fatigues, but cor- tatuly alvo it hay ita dolights, . . . I am moro aud mora of the opinon that I shall ask yon to join me in Chicago in January, and perform tho oasier part of my tour in company with your othorwise lonesoma but alectionate Lusband, Qucovonk. ¢* DELIGHTFUL WORDS FROX MOME.” ‘P TutiNors Poamz, Dee. 20, 1860, My Sweer Wirs : I told you yestorday that so many delightful wordsfrom homo a8 werospoken to mo by my handful of lettors would throw ma into my bost veln Inst ovoulng, Accordingly 1 enjoyed my leoture st ovening as woll as X ever onjoyed making a publle spoech in my life. The hall wag a8 olegant, and nearly a8 Inrge, as Music Hall, Boaton, or old Tuplor Hall, Now York. Ita chandeliors, ita red-cushioned chairs, its grand platform, aud ite noblo audieneo (notwithstands ing tho storm) mado tho scono brilliant and ine epiting. Tlo assemblago was composad of Lath Tindicals and Robols, But I kavano diffieulty with the Tobols,—thoy all liko frank, square-cut, sharp-edgodspeach, T find tunt they respect mo more for Lelng w Radi- cal thun thoy would if I wore o Consorva- tive, + . . CQoing afterwards to my room, X was so full of lito and #pirita that Tent down immediately and wrato a Httlo story for IMlorence, . . . Oby it I could havealotter from you ab evory place writiug me on my arrivat! . . . I inve teken no palus to sco the newspapors, —what thoy say of mo; and half that Iseo, T don't stop to read, But I thimk you will be amused ut the inelosed reforenco to yoursolf, No,~1'va lost the paper after all. But it had an article from the Cincinnati Gazelte dosoribing me a3 wn unmarried mun, and a reply by the Cincinuati Commercial, montioning tho *olive. plants sround My, "Lilton's tablo,” "I'o you, tho mothor-atalk of thoso plauts, nud to the tonder plants thomselyes, I squd my love, As ovor, - Tueopone. AT TLINCOLN'S GRAVE. Seniaree, Til, Dec.2, 1600, My Swenr Vionir: I visited this afternoon tho grave of Abraham Lincoln, Two oak treos stand ovor it, dvopplng their erisp nnd desd lenvos on the grasa, I wond you ono of the lonvos in this lettor, and I shall sond, one td May. AsIwalkea around tho grave, or the vault,—Tor It innot a hillook, but & structuro of masonry,—I brought up tho ploture of the good wan kissing our donr Florence, If she should Lo spaved to vld age, she will have thint incident as o glory to toll to hior grandohildron, I never thonght that Abraham Tivcoln was one of the groat mon of the world, but T had slwaysa tondot fecling townrds him, akin to personal affection. The grent fault of our Amorican statesmon and publioleadersjsninck of thut moral conrnge whicly of all ondowmonts, akes men most truly groas. Moro and more 1 bolieve in absoluto fhlehity ta Liborly, Justico, and Equality, Evory publit mian who compromises theso groat principles ro turds tho progross of his country, My, Liucoln's