The New York herald., 1874-08-16

that may grow to be more worthy OF Gods sweet
git OF the dearest OF pets TO one OF the least de-
serving oi meh iour own ,
"LIpE's MAIN PURPOSE OUGHT TO Bs TO LOVE"
MT. VERNON, Ia, Jan. 3. 1867.
NY LITTLE MISTRESS: II we do not love we might
better never nave been born. II Is very great
saying, Love is che fulfilling OF the law" Bust
ness. public laDOr5, riches, reputa attOn-an these
pose oaSa 20 be- 70 love- 'nf Lei tue us
than ever before, love one another with klndness
iorbearance, earnestness and wisdom. Then, II
we should have achieved nothing besides perfect
union OF two loving hearts, we shall have wrought
out Tor ourselves heaven on earth, and perhaps
alterward the heaven above the earth. Yours for
ever, THEODORE TILTON.
MEDTFATioNs IN A GRAvRYABD
On THE CARS PROM INDEPENDENCE T0(
CEDAR RAPIDS, la, Jan. T. 1869. |
MY DARLINd An Old man IL sitting In the next
seal naI oozing. talking 70 himself ana smiling
an invisible circle OF pleasure within his own
mind, and he sits in the centre OF it, crowned with
JOY. Occasionally he iurches hts head, lifts MS
lore1nger and gesiicuates like q grandfat her en-
tertaining his pets would give good deal to
look In upon the inward spect acle-the imaginary
pcture-tcat Is creating so much run IN MS brain.
THIS old man has set me to thinking Of the foun-
knew where to nnd them They are AXE springs
III meadows We walk near them and among
unaer ss 1o' TO
IN CarlJle some such remark as this, that FLAP.
pness Is cep i We only aPPsd to the >, right Sn
lives Is In little things And II we do not learn
the art OF being mads happy by tribes we shall
For Instance, what happiness could I ind In my
weary Journeyings II l did not CLEAN It mere aud
while and then lorgottens 1 had very happy
hour th's morning. Wrapped In my iurs, wan
1e ss @ IN % Of
and tnen IN graveyard. l am i0pd OF ldlIng
among tombs, and l shall finally be q com-
pete idler among them forever. Sweet,
sad and solemn thoughts came INTO my MIND.
! was led by the scene, as am sometimes fed
by platntive music. Every grave mad It's history
OF a human lie begun and ended NM life, long
ago begun. might perhaps be already near.y
out certain Geilghtinl and yet perhaps deusive,
satisfaction. Ny houes pilgrimage through the
white marbes-too white and new In this fresh
hchen-made death Itself look iresn, new and
agreeable. The sheep ran loose and nibbled
seemed familiar and Welcome Welcome companions
OF the dead. At some Of the mounds,
the guilty clay sleeping beneath, But. alter all
Innocence or guilt In most OF US, depends more on
the measure OF our temptation than ON the mea.
sure OF our virtue. Many strong man is conquered
caused unaltacxed. The more look into my own
heart, trembling at what there see, the more
charitable grow towards the common in.irmities
OF human nature. How morally sublime was
Christ's word to the woman-'.Neither do con-
The graveyard contributed to my souls content
mens to-day. II set me at peace with all the
loved them at first si0nt saw psrty OF skaters
cutting circles in the distance, and reJoiced at
toillng up from the horizon, and sa.uted them
with welcome Even the dry grass under my feet
had something lovable In L. on the whole, DO
not often acaieve h PIPER morning; and yet my
happiness came altogether flom little thnYs-in-
here idly pencliied them down to please your own
heart by keeping 1t IN communion with mine,
shoud hardly have held them fast IN remembrance
1Or hall q day.
still adhere to my resolution to DO some act OF
kindness daily to some fellow creature. And lind
that thus far all such acts have been of the cate
CORY OF these sefsame little things But they
have given me happiness in the doing. And hap
best part Of happiness is love. therefore let US
continue to love one another unto the end; Time
IA GREAT MIsrAKE.n
LAFAYETTE, Ind, Jan. Is, 1857.
MY DEAR PET: have made great mistake 10
permitting myself TO be separated from you Tor
three months. This absence from home, and par
ticularly from yourself, Is telling on me v,slbiy.
my faculties. True, ] nave my secret and con-
templative hours-my happy ana profitable
long and tosome days and nights my soul Is at
ebb tide. There Is something in your personalrn-
nuehSe aN over my ny naoss Ul whSa M ssg
dull PAIN of underwriting longing for home
son ct suppose IKE taas wncn me f soldiers
| my heart at this moment GoodDy.
81 DO NOT WISH YOUR ECONOMY TO PINCH YOUR
LAFAYETTE, Ind. Jan. I6, 1857.
economic as much as possible TIL get rid OF the
burden of carrying house on my back. But 90
not wish your economy either to pinch your daily
been, in many and various respects, so aoun-
dantly prospered in this life that we ought to be
Wiling to bear our pecuniary diffcuties with
cheerlulness anu patience. BY and by hope to
work myself clear OF all incumbrances. But,
meanwhile, 1t Is better to be contented tnan
to be ricn ana nobler TO endure than to complain.
Until had rooied your head and carpeted your
But having performed gentleman's duty Of put
ting my wife in pretty mouse, shall endeavor to
aqsy sna % "ns no man ANN
consists In Loving one another" Ever yours
LOST LETTERS.
BATTLE CREEK Mich Jan 30. 1857.
MY OTHER sELr; There is something In
greeting OF palm 10 palm. Wnen receive one or
your letters the sheet seems to con tam more than
you were writing; it Is something which has been
touched by your nand which has caught pulse
OF your feeling, and which represents more than
the words can possibly say. nave always ielt .
ope on which you mad written my name. Think
therefore, what bankruptcy suffered when
ss Of al day Letters y to1 S1
great care: for carried them in my pocket, which
could always reach. and would not trust them to
my vase which was not always under my eye.
had filed them carefully, put each in It's order OF
date, inierleaved them with the lew letters which
the children wrote, and kept the roll as sacred
arcnives. l meant on my return homo. to put
them In an iron sale and bequeatn them TO tue
children, TO snow TO Fiorence's sons and daughters
/ how mucn their grandfather and grandmother
! loved one another In the Olden time, But those
! delightful manuscripts belong now to the lost
! literature OF the world. Ever yours,
| THEODORE
"SUPREME MOMENI.n
Ann ARBoR, Mich. Feb. 1, 1887.
| LOVING AND BELOVED: l have been pacing
! up and down the hall OF a stone mansion during
the twilight, indulging In high, solemn and devOuS
thoughts. The dlmness OF the closing day was
made dOubly DARK BY the gloomy carpet, the black
walnut stairways and the dusk pa pered halls,
Strains OF sad music came noating back TO my re.
memDrance. Old scenes repainted themselves to
my minds eye. looked backward and looked
forward
John Foster, wandering up and down the aisles
OF his chapel at Chichester by moonlight, was not
more or dreamer than I allowed myself to be
during this one delicious, lonely and heartaching
hour. 1t was sad and sweet season. Almost
every day brings me at least one supreme mo-
nent." To-day, twilight was to-day,s supreme
moment"
sometimes think Of life at its true value. Sci