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Show 63 I never saw one to excel it), 0 should I not be a good and noble woman. And again there is another scene, another home, wherein this anniversary has come and gone. Five times. Here have I known the most full and perfect joys of wedded love! Here are my heart, my affections enthroned in a wife's unswerving unchanging devotion, and a mother's pa-tient unselfish love. Here have I endeavored to live a higher and nobler life that I might make myself worthy of the respect and esteem of these dear ones, and of the approbation of my Father in Heaven. Through these years there have been both joys and sorrows but there has ever been one near me to share in each, to rejoice in my joys, to cheer and comfort me in my cares and sorrows. Ah where would I have been had he not come to my side in that hour of woe and almost distracted grief, when my heart was bleeding with the rending of ties that bound me to a darling infant. Ah yes he did impart that comfort, peace and hope that I had refused from all others. He said it was a link to more firmly bind us to Heaven that it would make us more diligent, more faithful and more determined to overcome, that we might meet our darling in that bright and glorious world and dwell with him throughout the eternities. Ah what is purer and nobler, than that love that exists between a true husband and wife, those who live for each other and for heaven. Tis the morning of the second day since the "Twentieth" and until now I have had no opportunity of penning its events. Oh long long will I remember my twenty-fifth birthday. 0 what a happy day! Maggie, Lizzie and several of my friends made me nice presents which shall be cherished for the givers. And now what shall I say of Milford's tribute? How can I best express its contents, and my feelings at its reception? The poetry was not destroyed as I had thought, and the feelings that prompted it were not annihilated, and with a heart throbbing with joy I listened. * * * * * February 5th 1872 My progress the last two weeks has been very slow. What with moving, cold weather and sick children I have not studied any but we are somewhat settled now; the weather has moderated-- and thanks to my Heavenly Father my little ones are better and I am beginning anew this morning. I once wrote a short poem on Faith but I think I never realized its great power more than I have during the past week. Little Bard thinks if Papa or Mama pray for him it is all he needs to make him well. The other night he said |
