Chicago Daily Tribune Newspaper, August 13, 1874, Page 4

THHE CHICAGO DAILY TRIDUNE: THURSPAY AU ey A GUNT 13 fatne tosta on hia' froclanintion,—n mosknre to whifoli ho was drivon somiowhat_ngatnat hia will o 'feas willlig to save Blavory 1t fio conld thoros by save ths Uilon, Thls willinguess to compro- mise with wiong shiowed n mind not groat in thd | Diglieat sondo. But ho was n noble, grand, and illigtéious mnn, after ol s faulls word romowhint liko Goorga Washington's, and were suoki na Leaned to Virluo's side, T ¢ena tandorly affoeted by my vielt bo his rost- 1ug-pldce, and twinkiod that you swers with mo to shiaro my thouglits and feolings, 1low truoit 11, a8 Butko snys, thnt dentls vanonizos & grosk charactér! Uhe world ningnifies its _favorito names into clossal fame. Abrahem Lincoln's namia and fame will probably overtop the rec- ords of all othor met of tho ntnoteonth conlury, Tho Romans gavo n crown of onk-lodveato A true hero. Tho two ook treon undor -which X . slood to-day ecom to know, by thelr gifts, that n truo hiero los in tholr shado at rost bonoath, Evor yours, ‘I'reonone. ' NEW YORK LEIBURELY COMPANED WITIH CI10AGO —A HOPE OF *'MUARRYING ACAIN." AxTon, 14, Dee, 21, 1860, My Dantrxa s I am growing vory familiar with tho Mississippt River. It has bocome s come panion and friond. Out of the window of my hatol I look npon it to-tny,—broad, 1ce-covored, " ridged with low banks, and gleaming in tho sun, ' This had beon & sprlug-like day. Ono of my néighbots, an old lady in the opposito houso, has oponed kter windows to give & breath of the suuskiny alr to hor Louschola plauts. Tho ico is melling, and running likke n brook in tho etroots. A plansure-boat like mino (when Ihad ono) is salling In the opon channel of the river, hotweenr the cakes of jco. But O tho mud m tho thoroughfaresl Yon nover maw sueh mtd in your life, at home.. Bmall dogs got drowned iu it. X beliove that the flatboats somo- timos float ih it. This olty has visibly grown and intonsiiied since I spoko horo two years ago. All tho Iarge Western cltien ars wonderfully wide-nwako, active, busy, and hurried. Now York is lelanrely compnred with Chbleago. And Brooklyn? fuch & cily docs not exwst in the West. 1 have walked round town s good deal, bought twolittle picture-cards for tho childron, sat for my photograph, grumbled s little at recoiviug no lotter from home, but finally have shoved my tablo neur onongh to the window to look out upon the glorious river, in tho hopo that my poace shall bo lilke unto it, sccording to the promise. The wmm, half-summer air has created in mo a Xkind of las- gitude, and I fool in & Ianguish- ing mood, rather homesick, and a little melan- choly. And ycta gentloman wasin my room a fow momonta ago who asked mo if 1do not en- jog hugely my lecturing ongagoments and {he congoquent sight-seoing, Truly ' Every heart Jnowath its own bitterncos, nnd a strangos tnter- meddleth not with its joy.” ! Tecling unusuatly wenry to-day, I brought up your accldental montion that you had lately fawted. My darling, I have always noticed that, whon I havo been absout from home for & cone sidornble poriod, I roturn to find you degenerat~ od in health, Do less disturbed’in your mind, It 18 your opirit that wonriesyour flesb. Youhave o great eoul in a mmall frame. Bitting up date i not to bo pardoned by’ your too-indulgent husband., Dul, whon you are weak and weary, Ihopo that, ag unto St. Bornard In his exhaustion, many moro of tho ministering angols will guido you daily round about. ‘This afternoon I crossed the presence of an angel,—1ny own swoet angel of flesh and blood, with blaclk oyes and protty curls. I was Iyiugon tho sofa, trying to make-believo £ was in my own Touge, nnd that you wero coming up-stairs in & few minutes to rond to mo from the * Pilgrim's Progress.” But no, you ataid sway. Aro you not coming to Chicago? Don't ey no. Got Ellen Deavis to keep houso for you, and come and join me. To judge from your lotters, you will not bo any mora wearied by the travel than you are with the house and its loneliness. I do not abandon the hope of marrying you again noxt Januery, Ever your own, Tironone TiLToN. ““TIE HTAR OF TUE FAST." Avrox Ilorer, Ili., Dec, 21, 1860, MyDove: . . . You seo how ofton I am driven to the comfort of writing you lotters, siuce I am denied the Iuxury of secing you faco to faco. Tho moment my heart bogins to ache, that moment I seizo my pon. My love-lettora 1ovo afl beon the pouring of oil on my own wounds. Some people have a beautifal liborty of exprossion through music,—siiling at tho koys of 8 piano, and translating their thoughts into * concord of swoob sounds." My gates ot uttorance aro only iwo,—specch sud pen, My spacch goes now to tho public, my pen to you. I gvo thanks daily for Unclo Bam’s kinduess in carryivg a moil-bag bebween myself andmy lady- love, Buppose wo Jived in the stage-coach-days, aud wore, as now, a thousaud miles apart! It would tuke aletter a month to trip across tha praities from tho Mississippi to Brookiyn, ‘To-morrow I shnll dedicate mysolf to writing for tho Indcpendent. T havo nn army, a logion, ot readers in tho Weat. Almost overy mon who spealks to mo says, * Well, sir, I read what you writo ovory week." 'This has latoly been enid 8o often that I tromble at the responsibiliy of writing for o many dovouriug readers, I shall spond my holidny at bard work, In fact, wril~ ing has becomo a necessary diversion of my mind from speaking. Reading does not answor tho purpose. Books aro rathor fat to me in my | prosout temper of mind. 8till, I think I would bo contont to-morrow if the Littlo Lady wore hero tfo rond aloud to her husbaud. 1f indeed you were hore, what fine timos we would baval Are you not coming? Bomo morning, wheu tho sky is unueually bright, 1 shall know tlnt tho Btar of the Rast is coming to the West. **Hail, holy light!” Yours over, ‘Tuzovone: TretoN. TOL ABY OF WRITING LETTENS—A DISQUISITION ON LYING. % ALTOK, Til, Dec, 22, 1800, Mg Dean Per: o . . I sse down with the iden of writing for the: Independent, Bat, ap- parently finding nothing in my brala worth say- g to my public readers, I Lave switehed off from the maiu tracl,, and am here scribbling anothorof my dsily nothings to the ono doar creaturo who-thinks that my ohaif is always wheat, What is it that you flad in my lotters to oxcilo your praises ? £ nmsure that, aitor X have writton, and turn avound to read tliom, thoy appoar to be poor aud mengrocnough, Now and thon I como upon wome womanly, Christizy, profound sentence or oxpression In your lettors, thab provos (what I now beforo) that tho art of writing beautiful Jotters @oos nob bulony to litorary men aud women more than to othor men and women, Ag in a mirror ono shows lls fuce to him. sieclf, B0 in a lotter ono shows his lenrt to iy fricnd. Tho writing may bo poor, and yet tho lettor good. Lug, inn perfect sontoncn, whioch is madoe to it liko u glove avound the modeled sliapo of gomp worthy thonglt, thora is somes thing in tho maro expreselon, indopendont of the thought, thut sometimes hias & charm indescrib- ablo, Sumoof the fincat literaturo in tho world is contained in wike' und rich lottors,—many of thom never. doutined to bo rond by more than ono readors The noat interesting books ure biographics, mainly on account of thelr porsons ality, Hub lettorn aro still more personal, A Jettor i mutually enkiodiing,—it puts both writer and roador in o glow of love and good- will toward the othor, Lottors, lilo prayors, ought novor to admit au untruo word,—nevor s couventiounl for a diraet oxprossion,—never any of tha little lies of polite usago, For Instanco, I don't liko n lotter to ond with, # [ am your obecient sorvant,” No form of ox+ prouiou, however customary, ought to bo uned which s nat striolly honsst, Acoordingly, to & man whom 1 did not hike, I wonld novor may, o My Dear Hir,” but simply, * Bir” 'Lhe more Ineoot thelittlo fibs onrront in society, the moro T desplae thom, Lot us teaok our childres to spoak the truth; snd, to this end, let ua Bpoak it ournolves, . I biavelong thought that tho lmbit of communicatiug to ench othor, nt Inisbanda snd wivoy, as trlends and_friends, our socrotost nnd doopost-hiddon thoughts, without disgulso snd without mlsroprosontation, wonid finnlly brood n groator roverance for konesty and truthfilness than now provails. It o man wiltfully misstates an oubward fact, it 18 0o, nud ho slos ngalnnt socloty, Dut, if ho whiflly decolves by roprogonting lls thoughts to o betfor than {hey aro, which is nsunlly the easo with men who indulgo in roligle ons cant, and aro the prayor-mongors st Fridny- night_ mootings, then such o man cqually is gullly of lying, although Lis sin of faleéhood is not 8o much agninst socloty as againat himsolf. Ibollovo tat, of all the virtues, the greatest is to spenk the fruth, With which moral, an Tiobert Browning says, * I drop mny thoorho.”, This is cuough sormontzing for Snturday night, 0O, my littlo, blsck-oyed pot, I love you bottor than my lifo itself, Tikonons. DISSATISFIED WITI THE GHURCHES, Avzox, 1ll, Dee, 21, 1053, My Dantina: I have been ronding o biography of Mru, Looroy, tho .dend wifo of tho Kanans Bonator. She wnsn noblo Christian womnu, of an uuusunlly rich Christian exporlence. ‘Tho blography was propazed by hor sistor, Mra, Base comy, with whom I’ rojoutned o while in L'rinco- ton, in this State. X was struck with n littlo pna- sagons follows t “It was,” smudeho (lylng on her death-bed, atter waklug from slecp), *n prophotic stato. 1 havelooked into tho futur 1know of things thot areto bo hereaftor,” . . . Hueh experionces are not uucommon withgood mon and womon near death, I nover can rond of such an oxporionso except wilh a theill. The future fnnot g0 far from us, The Kingdum of Gods aronnd us, Thio voll ia thin which divides our eyes from tho vislon of Jordau. Sometimos in sleap, sometimes in wakefulness, thero comes to us n glimpso * of the glory that is to bo ro~ vealed.” In Kirko Whito thore is o pnssage about the Inrk soaring t11l the unrisen sun smites lior broast. 8o onrsouls talo somotimes a sud- den ascent abovo tho flesb, until tho undawned light of Heaven gilda thom with a foro-gloam of glory, Our customary notions of the otherlifp aro distorted, misshapon, and doformed. Our prevailing theologies have covered onr eyes with stained windows. Oh for a dircet gaza into the pure blual * For not, we 5o tlirough & glass darkly, but then faco to faco." I have Intely sald to myself, * Let mo forgot oll that Thave boon taught of sdctarianiem, of Lido-bound thoologles, of storcotyped crcods s ond lot me, instead, go direct to God, and nsk for His light to shino on my faco, a8 on Moses of old.” Inm dissatisfled with tho churches and tholr tonchings, Thoy stand betweon our minds &nd tho light. They moan well, but they knoiv not wlint thoy do. I bollove in God's deily rove- Iations {o the human goul. As e makee dally gitt of tho sun to the earth, so Ho makes daily disclosuro of Hin glory to our souls. But, if wo shut the oyes, either of our bodies or our mouly; wo cannob_expect to s0o. Iom atriving to toar off, littlo by littlo,—~sinco X cannot do it atn stroke,—soma of thobandages thet iave hitherto bound mo blind., **Mine oyes untd Theo, O God.” Your best lover, ‘Tironons. 4 SIY DEAT LOVE, PET, WIFE, ASD GUARDIAN,” Rockrons, TIL, Doc. 26, 1860, My Danutsa: . ., All I have toadd is, my 1ove. L'his was quickoned by two of your lottorn (including ono from Atico) which arrived this _ovening,~forwarded from Alton, Alico spoals of a lotter by Floy, but nono such Las ronchied mo. Give your lottors toven daya’ timo thon porhaps I ebell not got ahend of thom, Morcover, nddross their envelopes in very Inrgo and distinet handwriting, Tlenso soo that Mrs, —~—— writes, I ought to have a leltor from you at ovory placo X stop at, aud from ler a8 oftou ag sho i willing to write,~tho oftener tho botter, Lotters axo my meat and drink, I ro-read all your lettors every day. Aly dear love, pat, wifo, snd guardian, you aro moze tian half my life, Tvor yours, Tizonone, *UTHE OTHER MAN." Dunuqur, Is,, Dec. 27, 1660, My Danrixa: I camo Inther this morning, and found your letter awalliog mo, Hereafior I trnst Ishall roceive all your lettors, ‘This mnkes the third timo I hnvocroused tho Mississippi, nob counting tho recrossings, 'The beautiful river this morning was nowhoro to o scon. It flows " sllently undor n bridge of solid ico. I crossud in a sleigh. Tho ride was moro than a mule from banlk to bank, Tho far-Wostern atmesphoro— by which I mean Iows, Minnesots, and Kangag— is vory pure, dry, and healtbiul, 'To-day ie a perfect spocimen of such atmosphoric healthful- noss. Aftor bronkfast I toilod up tho stoop bluffs, clnd in my furs to loop off Jack Frost, My panting and stroggiing rewarded mo with rosy ochecks, but ‘I hed mo wifo near Dby to kies thom. My heatth Is excellent, but I think I am looking old- or than ususl. Last night tho villainous time- tablo robbed mo of my rest. But'f am baving a long dny of leisure to make up for the thoft. I Luvo been busy about thres houra in goiting off answors to locturs committeos. If I had eix tongues inatoad of one, T could employ thom all, and overy night. I had a touch of homesicknoss this morning. It came from the sunshine that poured into niy room from the lustroun southenst. The wall, the carpet, the chairs, all glowed and glittered under the tonch of the goldumith. I wantod then a cortain shin- ing face to sit In my rockiug-chalr, in whose oyes 1 might look, and on whoso lips I might Ling. 1 nllow theeo, and such like moods, to fill mo nwhilo with o dolicious sadnoss ; and thon I fight thom down, and go to work, I don'texpect, Lliowover, to be lonesome much longer; for [ am to meet you in Chicago. Now that tho other man has gouo off lecturing (n8 your lottor mon tlons), you can afford {o come to me. You ought to be enjoying what I am enjoying on this magnificent trip,—for Instanco, tals afternoon, ndinuer party, Leavo home, children, kith and kin, aud clonyve unto bim to whom you originally promised to cleave. You promised tho ofhier man to cloavo to me, aud yet you leave me all alone and clevo to Lim, 0, frailty ! thy namo fs woman. 11 you can got anybody to pour tes for you, and to tako gauco ftom the sorvants, and to ro- colvo pastoral visits, I shall oxpect to meot you undor the roof of Robert Hattiold, ~Yours ator: ually, Tueoponr, “3IY LOVE, MY DELIGHT, MY MINISTERING sPItT." Maniox, Ga., Dec, 26, 1800, My Dan i« o « Aftormy looture, two lottors woro put into my nhand, I sald to my- solf, *If ono of these is from my wifo, I will read both § but, if noithor Is from Aer, I will not read ofther.” The first one I Jooked at was your own dear handwiiting,~—the lotter giving tho ne- coun} of tho vislt by Oliver aud Mury Ann, and dated Doo, 19, I focl I am protty suro of find- ing nlottor from you inench placo at which I #top, What do you supjioso was tho second lot- bor of tho two by to-nighit's muil 2 It wns an In- vitation forme to go into a nelghboring town and pronch two sermona noxt Bunday | I sm fiwro and moro wetting my hodrt on moeting you In Chicago., Novortholews, you know that I will Jisten to reason; and, if you find Insupcrablo obutnoles, say so, and I shall be snfiafied, und rospioct your deolsion, I beliove that to-tght i the first roul fnstanco of physical woaritioss whiok s yet bofallon mo in il my pllgtimago. I am going eteaight to Led, 8o adiow, my love, my delight, my ministoring upleit! T'uropone, PRIVATE WOBTI VA, PUBLIC REPUTATION. VixTon, In.; Dec, 29, 1806, My DARLING! .« . . Altor lighting oy lomp this evoning; T arranged all the lottora whioh I have rocolved from my doar pot, onch according to its date, and I shall road them all over agalw to-morrow, from beginnlng to ond, “hey make u little paclot-valume whisn I carry with mo wherever I go, und whioh I ropd whene evor [ grow homosic's, ‘Fo-morrow aftorneon I am to Lavo anothor meating of tho town-cbildren. Evory Bunday, without excoption, since tho boginuiugof my pilgrimngo, I have mnde a Apocch to an audionod of ohifdren. And the audioncos hnve always Loon crowded to overflowitg, I havo obsorvod that avery Wostorn family jucludes ohildron snd ndog. Tho family with whom I dinod to-day fuoluded fivo cluldren and o dog. Tho mothot of o six seomed equally proud of them all. Blio wao o rathor atriking charnolor,—n woman worthy of much rospeet. I ¢annob holp fasling moro thaa nn ordihary Admiration for A woman who, liviug in narrow and monan circumstances, fun now and rade coustry, crowting a large family (dog aud all) within two small roonie, nud working lilte » dendga day by day, novorthes los, in spito of All diacourAgoments and hoatte sinkings, succoods .in Dringing up hor children well, and glows with a matronly pride as sho looks at her brood and-tells a strangor thoir names, g, Tho aldor I grow, tho ldss d6 I rogard publie roputation, and the mora do I rovoro private worth. A mau, Jiko mynalf, who, fora littlo dox+ tority In sponking or writing, gois & roputation that outmonsuros veal desort, is not to be come parod, {n poiut of moral horolsm, with hundreds and thouyands of tho brave mon and women who Jivo in log-cabiny and indor thatehed roofs, Lot us hoteoforth bo nablo, ungolfish, couragoous, and humble, Evor yours, Tuxovont. “TuE Wonst SKMON L BVEK (HELD Ty ALLaY . Vizox, Ta,, Deo, 30, 1806, My Dinmrsa:'Ihavo had o day fllled with thoughts of myloved onca at homo, Tho weather hog boon blesk and cold, with spasms of wind and touches of gnow. Aftor broakfast I muffleit mysolf in my furs, and walked awhilo along the odgo of Cedar Iltver,—a winding, pleturesquo stronm, coverod with ice, aud fringed with trocs. A company of white pigeons wore dipping their beaka {u tho only afr-hole which I could any- whero discover I the frozon river. Poor things; thoy wore afraid of mo, and flew away, perhops to thirst all day long,—for the woathor is 8o cold that & drop of water cannat live ont of doors. I picked up n dend blue-bird this moring,—o Leautiful croaturo, which I suppose was eitlior wounded by some huntor, or elso had frozon to doatir, X plucked two feathers from his wings, which I inclogo for the little girls. Retwrning from my morning-walk, I warmod myaolf, nnd thon wont to church. Whata sermon! It was from tho text, **Tho ond of all thivgs is at hand;" butIthouglt the end of tho sermon wonld never be at hand. I botlave, on tho whole, it was the worat sormon I over heard inall my lite, In tho aftornoon, as waual, I nd my meoting of childron ; all tho Bunday-schools in town par- ticlpated, Trom this mostiug I have just ro- turkted to my lonoly room. After speaking ! most feol my lonolivess. Roused and tired, I como back to house mysolf within companionless walls, It is thon that I cravs your sweot com- peny, You aro penoedful to mo in my publio 28 in my private lifo. \What o dolightful Snnday evening we might spend togethor. if you wero now liera! I sboll etay at homo,lic on my lounge, read, meditato, and love. I live n strange lifog but it bag its discipline, and ita benediction, Ever yours, ‘PuEoponE. REVIEWISG U8 LITE, Vixto¥, Ia,, Dew, 31, 1860, By Davraxat Tius is tho last night, and the inst honr{ of the Old Year. I have raturned from my lecturo and it crowd to my chambor and its solitariness. 1t is quite probabto thnt you aro sitting up at thia lato honr, meditnting, and porhaps sorrowing. I bave beon all day working for the Independent, all the ovoning fu making & long pooch, all thd later hours bofora midniglit in seeing frionds, and now I sm along with yourself. So I have hed no timo for thoughts sppropriate to the season, unloss I ins dulgo them now, I feel no disposition to mnio rerolves, scoing how oasily tho best intents to live woll are thwarted by ono'ns own wealkness against daily tompiations. In reviewing my life, and compar< ing my present views, simy, and tompor with formor years, I beliove tho chiof changes aro theso: Thave now less caro for ropulation and applanso, and more admiration for o sterling chareter, Dut I bollove that I hiave less solf- respoet thun m formor days. I onceihought mysolt 8 good, true, and upright man. But now, when I judgo mysoif by Christ's rule of the thought ns waoll as of the deeds,—whint I thivg a3 vell a8 what I fool,—I find mysel? a constant aranor, Latoly I bave many timos bowed my hoad lika o bulrush, I have onee or twice done right under stroag provoeation to do wrong, and I hieve eovoral timea done wrong under a merg gossamer of tomptation. The carringe of my wmind in porfect justico toward wmy follow-men i hard thing to accomplish overy day. Itis a white day when I oven partly succood, O Now Yenr! ring mo tho gift of o higher idenlof life, and o stouter heart to nchiove it. Your pns- slonata lovot, ‘freonont. A DTAOLVE TO PERYORI A DAILY ACT O KINDNESH, WATERLOO, Ty, Now Yoar's Night, 1867 My Danraxa: I wish you a Happy Now Yenr, I wonder howr you Linve spent tho day. T spont it mainly in & wagon-rido of 90 milos over tho prairies from Vinton to Watorloo,—starting at 9 in -the morning, and arriving at § in tho after- noon, Hitter cold the day las boen, and yot I onjoyed my ride asalmosta laxury. “Thero iy somaothing wondexfully invigorating in this Towa atmogphora. Wrappod scoutoly against tho cold, one makes lis journoy with perpotunl refresh- mont of soul. During all my ride I was think- ing of what good rosolution would bo mosnt profitable for mo to mako, . with the losst fatals ity of breaking it an soon as made. At last I dotermined that to rosclve that I would bo a better 'mon would simply bo vaguo and mtangible ; to resolvo that I would be mord unsolflshi, or mors solf-denying, or more prayor- ful, wonld bo eimpiy to ropeat old good-intents which 1 hid grown iuto a habit, long ago, of non-fultilling ; and accordingly I resolvod that, Instend of atiempling to attain omo- improved inward sinte, I would chain my mind to the daily porformance of some outward acb which would renct upou my mind and hoars within, Finally I fixed my resolation at this: *Ite- solved, That I will honceforth make it my Yoinden duty to porform onch dey some act of kinduesy, howeover emall, to somo follow- creature,” I shall try fhis planof improving my chneactor; and I thinl it will work out a bottor result than muck of my religious, and porhaps somowhat morbid, moditations, roverics, and longinga: Will you joln me in the resolution ? Tiet us carry 16 ont hand in hand. . « « « Ob, fiow my heart Lounds st tho #ight of your bandwriting! I never nve laved you balt as woll as during my winter's soparas tion. Day by day, and hour artar hour, I think of yow, live in yon, cast my honora at your foot, invoko Hoavon's blessiig oa your life, and place you bofore me ra iy prttorn-of salutship tn thils worldi Youuro a dmling! Your swoot lettord malie my blaod danoe with joy: Ipour ot my donl upon yau to-night, May the Now Yoar bring yon a horn of plénty, full of henodiotions; and emply them nll into your lap ! Yon are tha boat, tho trnest, the purest, and tho wifeliest of women! I kias von good-night, ‘Treononr, ‘' & MEWER TESTAMENT," 4 Cepan FAvLLs, Iu,, Jan, 3, 1867, My Suenems Pre . o . Your lottors are d well of living wator, from which I drink daily, quonching my soud's thirst, T have proservod ovory uerap of youwr handwrlting, togother with the childron’s ; and tho packngoe s a littla book of sacred writings, Thoy are a Nower Testament than tho New, I thiuk, gu tho whole,syou do me asmuch good ay Bt, Panl, who hadu'tn vory gront oplufon of wowmen! Bat, it Lo were alive now, nd wero sequaiuted” with you and your loving woys, what an Eplstle he ocould write! At this moment, in the pralor of this hotol, o brido and gromm ura recoiving calls, Tho pair are yonngstors,—en you and I wore once. I looked ak thom with a-amilo, and eald to mysolf, “Poor orosturen ! you think you aro happy:; you Imaglne that you know whnt love in; but you havo not yat tastod your Lsppiness, and have not yet knawy your lovo. Wait ten years" Love ripons late, I thank God that my honrt-Is. ab - posco ; that my wifo Ia the bout of humnn oharacters | that I cravonothing moro for my woglded 1ifo hengo- forth than that I may grow to.be more worthy ot God's awoot gift of tho doarent of petp to oho of thio loast desorving of men, . o » Youruwn P LirEonons, ‘TITE'S MAIN TURPOSE OUONT TO DI TO LOVE." Az, VERNOK, In, Jon, 3, 1667, My Larres Misrness: . . o Lmsb. ovoulvg, at the closing of my lectuxe, I hnd a protractad Intorviaw with my boyhood filond, — ., whom T bad lost sight of sinco that early day. Hois a ‘hiaudsonio yonng man, sorved with dletiuctlon in tho ‘army ng- » Lioutonant-Coloucl, and’ fs now ongoged at~———u morcantilo business, But o hay had an unhappy—in fack, o biighted— Hto, through n nattingo which has onded in di- vofeo, and in n littlo dahglio of O senrd to romind bim equally of his happincss and his niisery, Ilo told me all tho.pasticulars in o manly, strajghtforward. way, never casting any roproach upon the divorced woman, and nlivays aluding to hor in torms which impressed mo as vory gentlomauly and magnanimous. —Of courso I allowed mynelf to form no fins oplnton of -the cao, sluce Ihad heard but one side. Iinb pooy —— and his story touched my héatt. I ent with him tll long after midnfebt, slnce which timo I havo beou thinking of tha goodness of God i preserving you and mo fromany duch ship- wreck of our hoarts, Akter oll, it fs moro and more apparont to my mind that the ouno great object of onr mortal lives I to love, - It we do not love, wo miglit bobter never linvo boon boru, It is n vory grent saying, ** Loyo Is tlie fulfilting of the Law." . Husiness, ' pullic labots, rickios, roputation,—nll these aro miorely incidents in o lifo whoda inain " pure nose ought to Dbo to love, Let us, thoroford, mora than evor béfore, love oo anothor vith Jindliness, forbenraucd, earuost- ness, aud wiadom, * Then, if wo should havo achioved fiothing boskdod 4 porfoct tuifon of two loving Loitts, we ahall Linve wiought out for ourselves & henven o edrth, and perhaps atior- wards the hoaven aboye Lhe carth. Yours for- evor, ' "uronont Tiviow. MEDITATIONS I A ORAVEYARD. . 0Ty CARS F0SK TRDEPENDUNCR Tol CEDAR IAYIDS, Xa,, dnn. 4, 1662, My DasLiNG ¢ An old man f8 sittiug in tio nost seat, half-doziug, talking. to lmsolf, snd emiling os it be wero fn groat merriment. Ho hnd fotnd an juvisible clrclo of pleasure swithiu his own mind, and ho sits in the contrs of it, crowsted with joy. Oceastonally Lo’ Itirchos his ‘hond, ifta lin forofinger, and gosticulatus liko & grandfathor entortaining his pets. I would give a ool denl to look in upon tho inward spocta- cle—tho jmaginary ploture—that is creating so much fun in his brain. 2 s ‘Thig o!d man haw sot mo to: thinking of the fountaius of Lappinoss, Thoy aro many, it \Wo only kuow whoro to find thom. They are liko anrings in moadows j o walk nesr them ond aitong them every day, but wo nover think of looklng under tlio grags to discovor thom. £ re- momber in Carlylo tomo such remntk os ity ¢ that “ Tlappiness is cheap if we only applicd to the right merebant for it.' The chiof happruess of our lives fu in littlo thinga, And, if wo do tiot lonn the art of bolig maae Uappy by trifled, wo whall nover lean it at al, Tor istatico, what Nappiricss could I find in niy weaty journoyings it Ldid not gledn it hero and thero from little, meagro Indidents,—onjoy- od awhilo, and ten forgotton? I had a vory happy hiour this morniug, Wrappod in 1y furs, I wandered along tho ploturesquo banls of a frozon stream; snd found mygolf flvat in a grova of onls, and thon ina gravoyard. Iam fond of idting among tombs; and I eball flnally bo o comploto Idler among them forever. Bwaot, tad, and solomn thoughts camo into my mind, Iwas Ied by tho scene, ad I am pomolimos féd by plniotivo musie. Evory grave had its histoty of a human lite, bogun and ondedd. Ay life, long agohegun, inight perhiaps boalready noarly onded. £ confess that tho thought was not withont & cortain dolightful, nnd yot porhaps do- lusivo, entiafngion, Ny how's pllgrimago through tho whils marbles—too white and tow in this fresh and now country to show yot o traco- of moes or lichen—made death itaclf look freth, now, and agiocable. Tho shiacp ran loogo, and nibbled about those unfenced gravos. Tho locks vcomed familiar nud welcoma com- panlons of tho dsad. At somo of the mounds, porbaps, they roproacntad more innocenea thiu the gulity eluy sleoplug beneath. But, aftor all, inuocenco or guilt, in mosat of uw, doponds moro on the messurc of onr temptation than on the mensure cf our virtue. Many o strong man Iy congquerod and falls, whtlo many a weak man oy~ capos bocauso unateacked, Tho moro I look into my own henrt, irombling av what I thero 8eo, the maro charitablo I grow towards tho com- mon infirnities of human pature. How maorally sublimo’ wad Ciwrlat's wotd to tho woman: * Neithor do I condomn thee.” ‘Tho gravoyard contiibuted to my soul's con- tontraont to-doy. It sot ma at peaco with all the sorld, Somo little childron walked past, and I loved thom at flrse sight, I wnw a party of skators butting ciroles In thodistance, and [ rofolosd &t thelr sport: Bombro, &nows-hoariug ocloudn came toiling np from tho horizon, and. I sslitted them with ivols como. Evon thie dry grass undor my faot had gomething lovablo init, On tho wholo, Ido nos often achiove n happlor morning ; aud yot my bapplness camo sltogothior from lttle things— indeed, thungs vo little tliat, exeopt for my Lav: ing horo idly penciled thom down to ploasd your own heart by keoping it in communion with mine, I should hardly havo hold thom fast in re mombranco for half a day. 1 otill adhoro to my resolution todo some act of kiddnous, dally, tosomo fellow-cronturo. And 1 flud that, thus far, all such acts hnve boon of tho catogory of thesa sell-sama liitte things. But they have given me happinesa in the doing, Aud happiness is ot o little, but o "great, thing. Now, tho bost psrt of happiness is love, T'here: fore let us continuo to 10ve one another unto the end, 'Thine inmortally, ‘I'1teovone, **A GUEAT MISTAKE." Lavaxerre, Iud., Jan, 15, 1667, MyDesr Per: . . . Dom thlukmg, while writing theso Jines on my knee, tonsting my feck at tha grato, what a Lappy man I ouglit to bel Indoed, I think my stato of mind for the nst two or threo days has been somoewhat unmanly, Last ovoniog nnd this morning I was oven frots ful and peovish. - I have no such foeling now, God i good. Ho does not suffer us to Lo tompt= «ad boyond what we aroablo to boar, That is, I supposo, if we {ry to boar it. Our offorts to nccomplish results m oxtornal things are always more full of ondeavor than our. efforts to rule our iuword state, Ab tho same timo, I soo that I hove made » great mistake in pormitting mysolf tb bo soparated from you for threo onths. I'his abseuce from home, and particularly from yourself, is tolling on mo visi- bly. Itis broeding a kind of donioralization in my faculties, Lruo, Ilnve my socrot aud con-' tomplativo Lowrs,—iny lappy and profitablo monds. But, duriug the grostor part of all thoso longz and toilaome duys and nights, my soul is at gbbetida, Thore is éomething in your personn! 1nfluonco ovar my labita of thought whieh T sad- Iy luck during this soparation; T havo an fn- ward, dull pain of uiintermitting longing foi homp,—~somothing, I supposo, like that which tho soldlors folt in ¢ampy—nau incurablo disoase, 1 toel it in my henrt dt this momont. Gond-byo, Liirovony, #1po NoT Wi YOUR ECONONY TO riNoum YduR DALY PUise.” Laraverry, Tud,, Jun; 10, 1837, My Danutyat . . .« Of courss Iwish you Lo doonomize as muoh as posaiblo till I got rid of thaburden of earrying a bouao on my back: But 1 ¢ not wish your economy oither to plioh your .dally purse or to worry your daily poace. We have beon, in many and vorlous respeots, sb abundautly prospered In this lifo, that wo enght tobo willing to bear our pecunlary difleultien wih cheorfulnoss sud pationco, Byand by I hepo to work myself clear of all inoumbrancod, Bat, meanwhilo, it is botter to bo contonted thah tq bo rich, and noblor to pudure than to oom- pafn, Untll T had roofed your head sid cai- - | tion of yoarself boforo my soul ; by this 1'soa | an fwogo that lls mo with 16ve, rovorsico. and potod your foot, I folt disvontod with my lot and fortunos. But having porformod a goutlomian's duty of puttiug my wifo in: s protty:lhouse, L ehall ondoavor to” porform a Chriatian'y duty of “Owing no man snythlbg,". aud pattioularly that othor part which consista in ¢ Loving ond anotlior,” Lver yours, . . 'TieoDOnE. MEETING ONE OF MRS. TINION'S OLD-ITUENDA: Vanorxues, Ind,, Jav, 18, 1807, My DAnuiNa: . . . Atmy footure thisoyons ing ehma ono of your old frionds;—no other per< sonago than ———, flia. loghs much mero womanly and sonstblo thau when I wded to luow hor In tho doya 6f hor youth, . Hor husbiand,who gocna o plonsont goutloman, fa tho Roefor of an Tipfscopatlah Church hero, and fa in a vory good: position, I think that sho. has, on tho whofo, tado o good uso of Lorsolf 1t the way of devel- onlog hor charactor during theso pnst fitioen! years, I could séo in hot conntouance Whittlor's lines of Care, and dorrow, afd clild-birth patn,” " 1 folt greatly drawa toward lok for your saks, as oo of yout companlons fu tho therty dig whot you, too, wors an unfledged bird withont. & grdy foathot In your wivg, Tims 16 crow-footlng out ecliocks, I Am' a grayer mate than wliok I started trom homo.: Evory lectuto adda ‘ofe’ balt mort to' *thio! crosn of glory,” Bornotimos’ I nin i’ Kdato to) a0o Flordriéa's clildrol and Alleo's woobr, Monri-' timo, it T'couldl soa tho mother of tho#d two glxls, 1 would-boghii my’ own” wdolhg byer ngalh.! (traco, méroy, and penco to all undor yoitr root | Ever yours, ¥ Tutonons: T1tToN, *4 ¥ BIOCK AT 0II0AGO.” . 3 OrrawA, 1., Jad, 21, 1867, B¢ DantiNg: fom woll awaro, as you inti« nitte,’ that the- ¢hiof clidrm of Jottors from | ftloudship ded Jove 5 nok - { thi tecital of " faote and ovents, but it tho rovelation of feollogd and thoughts, Noverthsldes, It ia n ratlivr dadgdr- oug practico for tiorkon to serntinize, question,! entaloghie, dnd doséribe, ouo's -feolitgd ' and thotightn, To glvo ovidence of 4 warm féoling, or o tokdér thought, fs botter than to givo a dov seedption of oltlibi or otti, 5 Noto day phssos over my liend but I have [ 8omo faro, aud Ligh, and boautlful transfigurs: A humility. I, at that moment, T should happon tohave o pot in my hand, and Dapjic to. bo writiug you u Iokter, of coiwdo any lotiar iould glowand biin ‘with futonss feeling of the mio- mment, But if, eftor tho fecling has pnuséd away, I should turn back to conjuro up is faded figure, and shonld writo of the emotion Whicl was tathey than of that which i3, ‘my letter would telther bo trud, valuable, nor worthy of your ki upon Its pago, < 1 havb often told You how much I prize truths fulnoss,—that ls, the scrupulously-osact trath, without concoalmont and withont distortton,—in all interdomas botwoon Intimate friends, and particniarly botween busbaud and tife. " Tlis truthftluess, appliod to such daily lottor-isrfting a8 yours aud mino, requires thiat T should bo trie to tho atate ef my mind ot tho timo whon I srito] ahd that I should not attempb to welte ‘swhile fu vne mood ag If Iworo id ntiothers * * Tor lustatice, T montionod itf my hasty lods of this morming that my lettor wis progaio and whe gonlimontal, adding that my fonntain -of poetry and soutimout had not flowad frosly for n weolt paat, Tiifs statemont is wnhappily too truo, By nind liny beoh Dbarren avor sihco thy shock at Olicago. ‘That was o touch from n llon's patw; tho wound docd not énsily lienl. Itis now ton or twolvo dnys sluco that Saturday 6venivg of the greatess dis- appdintment of my whole lifo; and, from (...t hour to this, I haro not olothed a solicary thought of my mindin gy colors, but havo the rathor plucked Lvery flower thiat sdd embroldery wears, I understand woll onougls that Iwas ovorcomd on thnb ozensioh by physical; qulte a8 much ns by montal, fnfltences; that my mind was wrouglt to an unusual exaltation at an’ unfortus nato momont, whon my body was feobls undor it untsual fatigue ; and that, consequently, niy brain drank my blood dry. But, as a natural condoquonco, I have been, ever since, moro of tho carth earthy, and less of tho lteavens, heave enly. TFortho Inst fow days,therefore, I have hnd losd ceraving oither for tho lovo of woinay; tho tove of man, or the love of God, than at any formor poriod of -y pllgrimage, Of cowrne I expeck my foeling o retarn, aud to return Jiko a tlood, baptizing mo afrosh. DBut, until it shall roturn; and run its swoet riot through my volus ag horos toforo, malting tho closing weoks of my journcy a8 momorable in my hoatd's exporience as werd tho oponlig, you niust bo contont with o some: what sombro rigmarolo from a somewhiat sodatd correspondont. ‘ Novortholoas, I could dow write as cheorily as ever in my lifo, If I choso o strain & point of consclence. But I do not mean. to degrado my- welf in my own oyes by clicating any ouo elso, partlculntly my own wifo, into a boliof that I am flled with o feeling which I do not poxsess. Iam trylng to onnoble my character; I cans not, thorafore, pormit it at any momout to aps poar moro noblo than f¢ fu. I Lavo had a spacla); hard, and long struggle with myaolf this very nftornoon, and bisve not yet achioved tho victory: Ifindit oasy to bo o gontlomen toward the otitor world, but Liard to be o Chuistian in my inner self. “T'his," a8 & culprit says in signing his testi mouy, ** this is my true confossion.” Yours ever Turovons Truron, * LOST LETTENS, ? 5 Bartia Cuxex, Mich, Jan. 0, 1867, © My Oruer SeLr: . . . Thére is something in'the exelinngo of letters that ranks noxt to the grooting of palm to palm. Whon I receive ond of your lettors the shoot scems to contain mora than you were writing ; itis something which had bean touched by your hand, which has caught a pulso of your fecling, and which ropresents more than tho words can possibly say. Ihavd alwaya feltalittlo guilty aftor throwiug away evori an onvelopo on which you had writton my namo; “Thiuk, thorefore, what & baukrupley I suflered when Ilost tho packot of all your daily lotterd for six wooks! I lost thom from my tod preat cavo; for I carried thom in my pooisor, which I could always rench, and would ot trust thom to my valiso, which was tiob always undor my oyo. I had filed them citefully, put ench in ity order of date, interleavad thom with the few lotters which tho ehildron svrotoj and kepi tho roll as saored archives, I monut, on my roturn home, to put them in an ivon safo; and bequeaths them fo tho children, to show to Florenco's sons aud daughtors how much thoif grandfathor aud grandmotkor loved ono another in the'oldoti timo, Biit those delighitful mauuné soripta bolong 1now to tho loat literaturo of tha worla, Ever yours, Turopoie. A “auPENT MOMENT." ANN Ainor, Mich,, Feb. 1, 1807, * O Tovixa AND Brrovep: T have licen pacing np and down tho kall of = stono mansion during the twilight, indulglug in high, solomuy, and de- vout thoughts, The dimticss of the closing day wis mado doubly dark by the gloomy carpet, thé Dblack-walaut stalvwayd, and tho dusky-papored lolls, Btraing of sad musio caio floating back to my romembrauco. Old scones repainted themselves to my mind's eyo. I looked backe ward and looked forwaid, John Foslor, wandorlugp and down the alales of his chapel at Chichester, by moonlight, wag not moro of a dronmer thau I sllowed mygelf to bo duriug this ono dollclous, loncly, wnd Loarts nohing hour, It was nsad snd swcot daason) Almoub overy day brings mo st loast onb “gupromie momiont.” Wo-day, tirllight iwak fo-day'é * suprome momont,” Bomotimes I thiukof lifo af ifs trud valus. Boltluhnésy falls away; ambitlou retivesy lovh raigns ¢ aud poaco fill4 my soul like a fountaln, Giod knows whether or not my wihitor of moditation, ond of attompted jfinprove- ment of my obaracter, has wronght out nny other than an jmaginsry result, Bomietimok I thiitk I hayo advaucod to a higher plano thah bofore § then I sm filfod with doubt, and some- times Iaminthovory dust, But at loast ono thivg 14 cortain 1 'L hold myselt fo & higlios ideal, aut Judgo myaolt by a sovoror orltiolsm than in thd oldon days, And yet T am counclons of doparting tore aud more Lsom the peculiar religious snd thealogieal: iaws, which you, regard au saored) , Porhps this statomont jmoy,givor you troublo; but cortatuly this faot has glyon me ponce. Evert yours, ,. , 'I'ugovore TrutoN, ‘1 0XGR A RATXGKSS, NOW A GUREN." | i) . AuN Angon, tich,, Job, 3 1807, My Dantagg or Dantaxass . o . It 188 atyoot dolight £ have o wifo' who' fiiterwoaves borsolf fnfo all hor lusband’s Wigheat and pur- e thouglits. 1 keop turnfng my soul towards iyours day by day, snd fonjatimes hour by Lour; and I am suro that, if I could not.write to_ yon oflon and think of you oftouer, I would grow eramped and batron i tho highost renlm of my. thonght, Isomatimes el your name alond, for tlig almplo ‘anko of honrlug its sound, My lovo hns grow®young sad boylel durlug . tlie winter, 1 fnd {n mysol a consclous rotucu to tlto anclont woods of our. early courtship, I would like to bave ¥ou for o -compaulon thls evoning on a starlight walk, such as young lov- ors tako, X-keop ‘briuging- you bofore my mind, not as tho ' mother; and matron, but as tho moiden aud: brido, And- yot, on aa- boror roflection, you axesweetor, denrdat, noblest to mo as tho ripo, rich-hearted .womau, ko mothot of boezutiful childtot, and tho wifo of a gray-hairod man! You wero onos o Princess; 'you.aro now a Qudon. - 0! Elizaboth! the erown: is on your hiead, and you dow't know it. Buttho Lalo 18 plain enough to bo secn by your loving’ worslipor, "LroponE TILTON,. ‘1 LOVE YOU AH FERVENTLY A8 ANT MAN EVER LOVED ANY WoMAN." « ¥18T, Mich,, Fob, 5, 1807, MY Quees ANp MisToess: 0 . . Bublwae #peaking of your lettor. “Iu i 5o fall of yonr lovo that you havd thin day aet yoursol? uncon- sclously bofore mo i enoh noble proportiona as to hitde all thorest of tho univetfso ;. aud nothlng, elthor in Heavon abovo or dnrth bendnth, scoms . at this momont do gront, do puie, or no benutitul, 88 your own true wifely love for your unworthy . husband, . v 1n fact, this morning ‘X' was suffering from unduo fatigue, owing to an ontlrcly sleeploss night, audmy mind wes in on unolean and grovolug framo,—haunted with low thouglits. 1 hm o'hard wubjoot for aelf-vonqrering, a8 you know. Aad hls morng I could not * gét ‘nny honorable or medly - masters over' mykclf, al- tholigh I trled hard for tlto vidtory, But, when your déar 1Lfer eniric, my soul tdok wings lko s fark. A 'word insedson, how good it fa." " A iftle pleco of° white ‘papor, wWith o 1oviug woman's haudsilthng on it, changed tho wholo faco of Nature, atid tho wiicle tomper of my spirit, It n single momenc. How powerfal aud how benofiednt fs tlo- {ufluonco of Jovel And 1 now deo, by tho Jight of rmy tinter's dxpo- tlénee, that you hiayd béoy ‘profoundly right in " domavdlng, nob only & constant mubual Jove, but 8 donstant mulual éxprosslon of i, Hore« after T dhall judge the neads: of “your lieart by thd itoods of milne, dud bo miofe prodigal In'my dnily ohtpourthiy of wiia$ line Ititherto been too oftan uuosprossed or linlf-expressed. Some- tittes o AlloW oir 10¥ed Mimply to' Be takon- for granted, whoreAs' we'slivind buth' enjoy: each otfler's love tho moroe by cloning our oton into n ropeated contestloh of wordd, * Confession ‘is £odd’ for tho oul,” eays ‘thio proverb. And I hoteby eonfedn thiat 1 lovo You dd ferveritly ag Auy man evor loved any tvotiihn on the oarth, or perhaps in tho heavous, . - Deatly boloved, God bles Yours, you ‘forovérmoro! Tuzdvone. *'1 DON't NELIEYE 1Y ontHopoxr.” O Ti11: OARg CuI0AGO TO MILwAUREE, Tuesday, ¥ob 13, 1867, My Danmtsa: . o . I am gatistied thab whono males o intimnto or confldential frionds, both among mcn and amoag women,—~friondd with whom ha givdles himsalf routd about nd with a halo,~frionds who aro_props to leep him litted porpotually toward his highest lifo,— frionds whoso friondship is kiud of sncred wods divg that knows no sox,—niich & mnu nogleoty ouo of the greatest opportunitios for intolloctunl, moral, and gpiritual growth, , . . o, old roligious teachings, the Orthodox viow, the drond of punishmont, tho Atonement, lave less and oss power over my mind, Of coursa you will moura over this. But I must b an honestman, I dont boliove in Orchodosy, and theroforo L will not protond to do so. From you, ds from Gord, I hinve no sdcrets f so I tell you day by day my thoughits, And thess ars my thoughts this morning. Buat the car is now growing crowdad ; o man has taken a soat at my olbow, and I must stop writing, Blossings on your saintly head, - Evor yours, TiEDDORE, 1OW WOULY JESUB ITAYE APPEARED AS A MARRIED MAN ? . Osnxoswy, Wis., o, 14, 1807, 3Mx DEAR, OnTropox Wirs : I haveboon spece ulating cousiderably latoly on the charaotor and carcor of Jesus ; and I wondor whothor you will bo shooked when I mention one of my modita- tious. It s this : How would Ho have appeared in the choracter of o marriod man ? GCertaluly, oven to your roverontial and adoring view of Him as.* God manifost in the flesh,"” thoraought to bo nothing profana in tho supposition. If He consontod to bo born of a woman, why might He not Liave conaentod to bo married to o woman ? And; i Ho wos ‘tho son of an enrthly pareut; ‘why mighit Ho not hiave beoutho Futber of a mor- tal child ? Ho loved somo of Ifis dikciples bettor . “than, . othors,—aze, for instanco; John. o undoubtedly loved somo fow women dovotodly, porbaps. passionatoly. Now, why might o not havo loved oue, ohiof aud choson among those womon, on whom Eto might have pourad tho wholo- fullacss of His heart, and o whose fnger Ho might have seta marriage-ring, munking her, indecd, like the Church, the “Pride of Christ?” * I confess that, if a new historio in< vostigation -should roveal tho proof that Josus waa o married men, instead of an unmated lover of all the world, I wonld seo an ndditional glory in the mont wondorful of all lintoric charactors, Nor do I know of any ovidence to show that Ilo waa over marriod, 1f eithior Mary or Martha, or any other saintly woman, kind boen Ifis wifo, tho fact would prob- ably bave boon montloned ; and yeb what would e Linvo known of the friond Petor's wifa excopt for the fact that hor mothor was onco sick of o fovor? Mon's wives aro nob necessnrlly knowu to history. Of courso tho probability is, that Jesus was nover married ; yob this'is by no means & cortainty, And, na thore romaine a possibility that Ho wan, it 14 a pleasiug reflootion for mo that, whils Ho way living in Capornaum, in tho houso of Totor (ouo of Hisdlsciplon), 1fo might thoro havd onjoyed also the stillswootor compaulonship of & wifo of Ilis own. I know that oven Itenaik oy, *Jeaus novor marled.” Even admitting thio fact, howover, this doos not dony the pro: priety of Uis moryring, it o bad ohosen o marry, i 9 : But, it Jesus Lad takois a wife and fatherod 4 family, I boliovo that this faot would havo so complotely humanized Him in the oyos of all the world that ho novor would have beon regarded 24 God, or the Only-Bogutton fon of God. Apd yot, if, au tho son of Mary, -Ifo had become tho husband of a Galileesn girl, and thoso twain had dwolt In o cottage by tho Lake of Gonesarot, and unto thom Lhd boen born childron like thase of whom ho gafd, !*Buffor thom {0 como uito mo," 1ot me inquire whothor or not you would love th charactorof Josus any loes than you love it now Auswor. Your Hetorados hnsband, ' ‘Turovone TILTON, PEACE OF MIND. ' R MipwzanT, Quitxosn, Wis, Fob, 14, 1807, Biv Aunspyr fet: I am mote atd movo as- tonished at the spiritual Joy which ono may reap in tlio barron places of biw lifo, it only he bu de- tormined to flud porcd instoad of boing satisfled with Iudifteronca, I havo many liours whioroin I am slone, atd yob not lonoly,—~maby oxpéildicol of longhigs, endiog fo dnllx{nl{ul contontimont,— many balf-ogoutas, which suddenly chango 6 in- ward glory und strango dolight. My wintor hay begn {ull of marvels to my, soul, I shall hovo no oxcusd, horoaftor, if I do not botter goverh my unruly moods, Lifé bas {akoh a now aapecs P R Dy e P Dy e 8 I:hatvo 1atoly looked npon it, Torgotting my- Rolt; Tnow dikcovpr a thousaid otuicr atid sobtor thh}gn‘-td tomombora’.. , " S A + Libying anhilb ambition; the groat abjdot of ly- ing béottiA.td. be the Christiad dovolopiment o my hmost ohdractor.. I novor wish to losd sight of thd idedls which I have borue befora thy mind thin - Wintdra<nover #idh Lo ' fall ‘hiokind tho de- groo of attainment whioh I think T kiavo made ln thelr roalization ab timos, 5 0 1 mako this bold statoment of progross biseanse, with sll: my iatigtcs ot -body, noosual dutles’ hamosickndes, aud nightly wakefulnoss, I have, novertholens,, Lnd -groator- peace-of mind this winteregreater, joy, In my spiritusl lito—than evor bofore in: all.my oxperlence. - I think that over many. tomptotions, patticulaly over my somowhat charactoristic, downfalls into morbid- n0ss of mind, X bave, hod sigual victorlos, Cor- toln it is that X moot no man, day by day in my travols, who sppeats to.bo moro at peaco than mysolf, Bl , 1 hinve almost coasod to_ frot. at nnything, to bodinplonsed nt'anybody, to speak’ an ungoutis word, orto carry any dally troublo. : Perhaps thin donuda lke o singular talo of self-satisfac- tion: X would - nos mako suck & statomont to anybody but yoursolf. Nor do I count on any long continunneo of this even and resignod tom- per. Butat lonst I mny enjoy it while it lasts, aud may confess: it to my wifo's oary thad sho, $00; may énjoy it with bor husbaud. Our minda might bo mude beantiful miulators of. our,dally hoppinces i obly wo -Lad the skill. and patleco to. bandlo our faculties woll, o differonco :bolwobtu high apititual: cntontmont and deop spiritual gloom is often s mero diffor- enco in the gotivity of tho wiil. Reaolving to be happy. I ituolt half tho victory ovor unbappi- noes, 1 could bo misorably routioss and discon- tonted at this momout If Iworo, to tako away tho curb with which T seck to bridio, my, spirat, I forosaw, aomo wooks go, that T must cithey oonquor. mysolf, or olso bo conquered, and, ovor sinca, I have boon firhting o battloof tho gisnta, To-night I am in the onjoyment of a liftlo yiee tory..:Bo I.roport, it to hosdquarters, Good- night, Yours over, ; . THEODORE, THE LITTLE CHILDREX. .. .., Tarox, Wis., Feb, 15, 667, Mg Wiz A¥p Omrer Fmizap:, . . Your lottor raceived this ovening nsks ‘mo this ques- tion : ' Thaodoro, do you roalixo the dopth snd sactodnees of my love for you ?* Yes, my dar- ling, I, roslizo it fuily ; T réalizo it aa’ nover be- foro i all my lifo, I roaliza it cach doy afrosh, and with renewed gratitudo fo God fer tho gift of such & wifo, of whom I am unworthy. " I ro- alizo that it 18 not possiblo for any woman to lovo any man moro thau you love me. And I am humbled and rebuked by your strong and wonderful Jove, It dally cbidesmo to n bettor lifo, And now Lask, in return, Do you realizo how supromely you are loved, and how sacredly you aro reverencad, by yotir husband ? I havo often thought that 1t conld not bo in the chsractor of auy othor human boing on the five of tho oarth to'6xelto mingled 16ve and roveroncs so much aa theso focllugs, nre oxcited by my dedr wifo. ' I count your love for me af tho chtet roward and pleasuré of my lt6; and I repay 1t Into yony own libsdmn by at outpouring of All the'wonlth of my vt hiart's love for my own bourl’s mato, This wititor, to me, bias boon o bossos of many et dnd tonder ‘oxporionces, For lnstatico, X have nover boford beth ko lovingly drawn to dll *tho eliffdron I bavoinet. - Bub now, the sight of o cbild, any&hero, thrills md with dolight. 'Thia eventng, for hal? an hour boforo my lecture, I fiotd & sweot, sick, loving ohitd ih my arms, who Jooked wp futo my faco with puro add petfoct fove, Yeéatorday a litilo lame girl in tho stroot ale mast hidde ma weop. - Mr. He~—"d llttlo daughe tor hos geveral timea como dotwn befors daylight fn the morniug, clad in’ lser night-gown, 1o Liss me béfore my departurd by tho ently ttain, I hinva hod & good many chitdren in my arms sinca 11loft Brooklyn. Allca asked,In otio’ of hor protty notes; if T féund fny little ehlldten to comfort me in my absondo : tell hor I find many, “~noing of thé Yoty I6vely,~biat none ot them qilto 5o doar ad this threo littls éhicks who liva in Livingston streed, and whoe hames I conld name. Tho only Hétlo obildron to whom I hsva sont valontines are thows damo thieo littlo oblle drou of Livingston stréet. . . . Sltting by this study-firo, at this midulght hous, the wholb houss agloop, ntid with only & tieling dlock tb keep mo company, I foel myself -déawn towsrd you with uitutterable yearnivge of love, The lamp-light brightonis my weodding-ring, and makes it doubly goldert against my finger. - I horoby kiss the tokeu, in sign of wedding you' anetv, How and foraver., Awmoul Yours lavingly, W . P Taroponz. MK, DEECHEW'S “‘RIND ATTENTIONS” 7O Mas. TILTON, -\ _ LAGnosee, Wisy Fob, 1, 1867, Mg DARLING : . o . Iamsorryto hearthat o« Ar. Beochor bad a poor house in Brooklyn. In viow of his kind attontions to you this winter, ? all my old lovo for him Laa rovived, and my heart would, onco more greet bim as of old, I Bomotimes quarrol with my friends on the sur- face, but novor at the botiom. Witk yourself, O friond above all friond! I am in perpatual love. . Yours, TiEODORE. TILTON'S CONNEGTION WITH TUE '*INDEPEND= ENT." TR ARG W N e } 3y Sweer Wirz: Last oveniog undertook to writo you a lottor from Wjinona, but was fairly conquored by the too interesting family that sat around my writing-table, and 801 fear [ sotit you o vory barren line, This morning, elbowed by a cléso nelghbor In this crowded car, I have stilla vory poor opportunityto writo; bat I bavo some- thing particular to eny, and desire to say it with- out delay. Except for the oxpression of yonr love in your lettors,—which ia always theéie sweotest part,—tho most welcomo thing, next in order, i all your winter's correspondenco, was your suggestion that I should chungo or modify my rélations with the Mndependent. Tho lotter which firat bronched the subjech Rave mo such o frantio delight that T waved the sheot avor my bend, and gave you silently three oheors,: You expressed in words what had long boon in iy upexpressed thougbts. Your few - sentonota secnied suddenly to open n goldon door to my emancipation, and my blood tingled a6 tho prospect, ' Of cobrss I have formed no purposo of loaving the paper. Perhnps my duty will compol mo to stay with it. Such a stop ag you propose yequires much precaution. Nover- tholoes; it is a joy unmpenkabls to know how ofosoely your mind koeps track of mine, nnd how Instinctively you aympathize with évon the un« deteoted movemont of My ovwn thought, I hiave novor serloubly looked upon my cone nootion with the Independent as properly the work of my lifo. But Ilave looked upon the prond progressive movements which I have ad- voented In the Tidependent as offering tho most useful cereer which I vould vhoose. In fact, T did not chooso my career,—~it was choson for mo by oventa, T hold {6 to bo mydaily and boundon duty to sdvaucoe, by all monbs in my power, tha great idoa of politlosl equality, Frovidentialiy pub in charge of the Independent, I have uted that jomnsl as tho potont instrument for ad« yanciug this idea. ' In editing the Independéht, I have been ale Jowed by its propriotor the most unlimited froee dom of specch. Mr. Bowen has nevor onco sought to ‘rodtrain mo In thoe witorance bf any ‘opinton tileh I havo ontebtained. I kuow of no ‘pablishér who had treitod his editor with more tligrough respeot,—no publisher who has left, systomatically and unvaryingly, the absolute ine dopendando of his editor 80 nntonuched, or aven nisbidtiowed; by countor-miinonees from tho pub- lication ofico. Ab tho smno time, the business-mansgoment 6f tho Independent oftoh grates Wpon my feele higs and tastes. Y disfiko the excossivo granping aftor subgoriberaj the Wadignifiéd olfora of pro- nflums; the constant, noisy blowing of ono's owu trumput of kolf-adveriistment, The holo ubjeot of iy rolations with tho papor lias aogupied iy mind greatly during the ——— e uth Pugo)