Part 18 (1/2)

and I whispered to father, ”Is Jesus God?” ”Yes, yes,” said he, ”Sing, Lizzie, sing!”

After the praying and the singing, ca, I heard every word It was a beautiful story It told how sorry Jesus was for us e did wrong, bad things, and how glad He e were good and happy It said we must tell Him all our troubles and all our joys, and feel sure that He knew just how to pity us, because He had been a poor man three and thirty years, on purpose to see how it seeht by far which she witnessed while in London, was a review of 20,000 volunteers by the Queen in Hyde Park, on the 23d of June She waited for it several hours, standing much of the time upon a camp-stool As her Majesty appeared, accompanied by Prince Albert, the curiosity of the immense crowd ”rose to such a pitch that every conceivable liave 'fabulous prices' for chairs, boxes, and baskets, raised their wives and sweethearts high in the air, and so by degrees our vieas quite obstructed” [10] The scene did not, perhaps, in numbers or in the brilliant array of fashi+on, rank, and beauty surpass, nor in rand review she had witnessed not long before in the Champ de Mars; but in other respects it was farland And then to an American wife andthan Louis Napoleon She stood then, as happily she still stands, at the head of the Christian womanhood of the world; and that in virtue not solely of her exalted position and influence, but of her rare personal and doht of her felicity How little she or any one else in that throngingyear the for an aspect of such manly beauty and content, and as so worthy to be her husband, would lie rave! [11]

About the middle of July Mrs Prentiss with her husband and children left London for Ventnor on the Isle of Wight, where, in spite of cold and rainy weather, she passed two happy months With the exception of Chateau d'Oex, no place in Europe had proved to her such a haven of rest Miss Scott, the hostess, was kindness itself The Isle of Wight in summer is a little paradise; and in the vicinity of Ventnor are some of its loveliest scenes Her enjoyment was enhanced by the society of Mr

and Mrs Jacob Abbott, ere then sojourning there An excursion taken with Mr Abbott was doubly attractive; for, as enial and instructive of coe to the horave of ”Little Jane,” and a day and night at Alu the pleasantest incidents of the surave she gives the following account in her journal:

_Aug 10th_--To-day being unusually fine, we undertook our long-talked-of expedition to Brading On reaching the churchyard we asked a little boy who followed us in if he could point out ”Little Jane's” grave; he said he could and led us at once to the spot How little she dreauide next conducted us to the grave-stones, where her task was learned ”How old are you, little fellow?” I asked ”_Getting an to five_,” he replied ”And does everybody who co?” ”_Sohty of theive you soave him some pennies ”What do you do with your pennies?” I asked ”I puts them in my pocket” ”And then what do you do?” ”I saves theet enough She is going to buyto pieces” (no such thing) ”If that is the case,” quoth George, ”I think I ive you some more pennies”

”Thank you,” said the boy ”Do you see e then asked him if he went to church and to Sunday-school ”Oh, yes, and there was an organ, and they learned to sing psale ”Yes, yes,” he answered, but not with much unction, and so we turned about and ca 24, 1860_

As this is to be our last letter hoht to be a very brilliant one, but I am sure it won't; and when I look back over the past two years and think how many stupid ones I have written you, I feel almost ashamed of myself But on the other hand I wonder I have written no duller ones, for our staying so long at a tiiven s and blowing at a rate that you, who are roasting at horeed yesterday that if you were blindfolded and suddenly set down here and told to guess what season of the year it was, you would judge by your feelings and the wind roaring down the chireeable this e and the children have all i the ”downs” and the children are out nearly all day when it does not rain You land, and even the baby is often out till half-past eight or nine I just keep ht I feel _dreadfully_ that I am so helpless a creature, but I believe God keeps ht to be willing to lead this good-for-nothing life if He chooses

We have had the pleasure of one now to spend the winter in Paris Mrs A sent her love to you again and again, and I was very glad to meet her for your sake as well as her own, and to know Mr A better than I did before, and it was very pleasant to George to chat with hiether to see Shanklin Chine A ith us, and Mr Abbott amused her so on the way that she came home quite dissatisfied with her stupid papa andhome, and it is a pity you could not take down the walls of our hidden souls and see the various wishes and feelings we have on the subject I forgot to say how glad ere that you found George Prentiss such a nice boy [12] I always loved him for Abby's sake and he certainly orthy of the affection she felt for hih Prentiss still, it see to be? You e dream Our boys are two spunky little toads who need, or will need, all our energies to bring up I have quite got ood-bye, with love to mother, Mr S and the children

The fanificent steah voyage, reached New York on the 24th of the sa and welcoain with open arms It was a happy day for Mrs Prentiss, and in the abundance of its joy she forgot the anxious and solitaryShe came back with four children instead of three; her husband was, partially at least, restored to health; and she breathed once more her native air

[1] A reatly attached

[2] The Hon Benjamin F Butler, of New York, was one of the most honored hout the country as an eminent lawyer and patriotic citizen In the circle of his friends he was adular purity of character, his scholarly tastes, the kindness of his heart, and all the other fine qualities that go to for a portion of President Jackson's administration Mr Butler was Attorney-General of the United States He died in the sixty-third year of his age

[3] Referring to the death of Dr Stearns' ail Stearns, of Bedford, Mass

[4] Mrs Wainwright and her husband, the late Eli Wainwright, were members of the old Mercer street Presbyterian church, and both of them unwearied in their kindness to Mrs Prentiss and her husband

[5]

”Far along, Fro,

Leaps the live thunder! Not froue,

And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, which call to her aloud!”

[6] Now Bishop of the P E Church of Central New York

[7] ”Christian Believing and Living”

[8] The Rev George B Little was born in Castine, Maine, Decee in 1843 Having studied theology at Andover, he was ordained in 1849 pastor of the First Congregational church in Bangor, Me In 1850 he hter of that admirable and whole-souled servant of Christ, the Rev

Elias Cornelius, DD In Noveational church in West Newton, Mass Early in March, 1860, he went abroad for his health, but returned ho his own people, July 20, 1860 The last words he littered were, ”I shall soon be with Christ” Mr Little was a ifts, full of scholarly enthusiasm, and devoted to his Master's work