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William Writ.

"There is a better world, Of which l have
thought too little"
So wrote William Wir, to Judge Carr, in
1881.
On the death Of one if his daughters, Mr. |
Writ wrote to Judge Carr -
Il owe YOU several letters. my dear friend; !
but YOU are kind and rmn ALLOW for my sit
uation. I have hal such Il winter rs ncv
er had before. Heavy causes 70 argue.
with broken heart and exhausted strength:
when, at every step; felt Tar better di~pos
ed to lie down III the grave. 1t was not in
snch n frame that c"nll address YOU.
Even now I am unfit to write. For to me,
the heavens are hung with mourning and
the earth covered with darkness. The charm
Of life is gone. look at my beloved wife
and my still remaining circle Of ailrrtio"
ate children, and my heart approaches me
with inmratitude to heaven. The selection
| Of tho victim is too strikin. to bc misundrr-
/ stood.
"'rhcre is better world, of which lave
thought too little. To that world she
is gone, and thhrr my affections
have followed her. This was heaven
design. sec and feel it as distinctly AS il
an angel had revealed it. often imagine
that can see her herkoning inc to the
happy world to which she has gone. She
was my companion. my librarian, my clerk
NV papers now bear her endorsement. She
pursued her studies in my. office, by my
s'lc-walkcl with me; was nv mex
rrrs>ihlv swce, and iuscparahle companion
never left me but to 90 and sit with hr'
mother. We knew MI her intelligence, nj
her pure and delicate sen~ihnlily; the Quick
ness ar, power OF her perceptions. her STR
. aphic love. She was all love, and loved God
,, creation, even the animals, trees and plant,
She loved her God and Saviour with an an
gels love, and died like n saint"
> About the Same time he writes TO hi
wife:
my sweet angel visits me, by faith
' many times in the course of the day am
: night. want only nv blessed Saviur's rs
surcnce ofpartlon and acceptance to be q
peace. wish to find no rest short Of res
: in him.
J dearest heart, let us both look up t
i that heaven where our angel is, and fr"r
{ which she is permitted to observe us vii,
L. n,erest-up to that heaven where our S;
;, vior dwels. and fiom which he is shown
q us the attractive face of our blessed and haI
II pv child, and bidding us prepare 10 cor
II to her, since she can no more visiblv com
e to u.s." have no taste now for worl'l
" business. l 60 to it reluctantly. I wou
!, keep company with my Saviour and his ho
u book dread the word-the strife a.
II contention and emulation Of the bar yet
will do my duty-this is part of my re
J. gon."
'e In December, 1888, another daught
d died, but he WAS armed with Christian p
el tience and resignation, and writes to Jud!
{. Cabcll -
Of II look upon life rs drama bearing ii
r same sort, though not the same degree
Il relation 10 eternity, rs an hour spent
n. the theatre, and The fictions there exhibit
n for our instruction, do to the whole Of re
ne life. Nor is there anything i'll this passi
w pageant worth the sorrow that we lavish
.h it.. Now, wien my children or frien
q, leave me, or shall be called to leave thor
N, | consider it as merely parting for the pr
'd ent visit, to meet under happier circu
m stances, when we shall part no more"