The New York herald., 1874-08-16
THEODORE'S CUSH.
Tilton's Letters to His Wife
During His Lecture Tour
THE LITERATURE OF LOVE.
Tart Dispositions on Liars and
Prayer -Mongers.
my LITTLE BLACK-EYED LADY"
'JeSuS Was, Perhaps, a Married Man,
Instead Ct q Mated Lover"
ON "THE GnSSAMeR Of TEMPTATION"
Picture of Bride and Bridegroom
at Cedar Falls.
LOVE RIPENS LATE"
"Our Sweet Letters Make My
Blood Dance.o
'JesuS Was, Perhaps, a Married Man,
Instead Ct q Mated Lover"
ON "THs eossAMsR Of TEMPTATION"
Picture of a Bride and Bridegroom
at Cedar Falls.
LOVE RIPENS LATE" /"
"Our Sweet Letters Make My
Blood panCe.,
A VISION OF HNMH.
Nr,rxxr. .,..4o a
NoaFHw MISSOURI,
In THE CARS, Dec Is, 1854.

VISION OF HOME.
NoarHw Rsf MISSOURI,
In THE CARS Dec Is, 1864.
Ny BELOVED PET have now iOue letters OF
yours in my pocket. They make me rich l often
take them out and read little choice sentences Of
love over and over again.
/ have been thinking or tue difference between
separation by distance and separation by death.
day without writing TO you; 1t would be a vio-
lence to my feelings. Even now, when this old.
shaking and joltlng rall-car almost makes 1t i'm
possible Tor me to write, nevertheless cannot
help writing. believe that II you were not on
the earth, but in heaven, could not help wri.ing
you letter every day. Ny feelings overflow, and
If do not express them sufer pain.
Mrs. IS letter. received yesterday, gave me
band. she said that you showed her one ofm let
teTS While sitting with her IN church, ana that she
upon man man as as you upon me. That was , the sweet.
est word IN an her letter. l thank you Tor your
o OF PnaSs ought not 10
the best Judge IN my own case; end l sln:
cerely believe that your devotion, fidelity and
lAvshment OF love are making me better man
In one OF my letters mentioned that sometimes
Iet as II you were praying Tor me at that moment
Against such . guardian influence dare not do or
think wrong. You are wall about me day and
my soul. as during these lonely winter days. II
selfish thoughts come up cnide them down. II
tile spirit OF this world SEXES my blood remem-
Der that the only greatness Is in moral strength,
IN seii-denlaL In the patient performance OF duty,
IN q SteaulaSt IOrelOOking 10 the Eternal Lie.
The more think OF The whole subject OF religion,
OF theology OF the Church. OF doctrines, OF creeds,
| am inclined to undervalue or rather see the lit
tie value OF every thing but the CRrsJ6n hsracter.
All nay lie long ! have had daily familiarity with
religious cre eds, exercises and worship; and still,
srue Christian character. i see SO much IN my
travels that goes to show how men content them
selves with low lives iustead OF high, with vulgar
thoughts instead OF pure with selfish greed instead
OF generous self-sacrlrce that hereafter mean 10
take pattern not after men, but alter the Great
Teacher. The words that keep rising IN my ears
are, 'Be ye therefore perfect, as your Father in
heaven ,s perfect" Our lives are to be not merely
good but the best; our thoughts not merely high,
but the highest; our purposes not only nooie, but
Now, my darling, have found ont way Of visit
ing home without your Knowing IT. have bought
little scotch cap, which carry IN my pocket ex-
cept while ride the cars. Once on my head 1t
feels like gentle hand lad against my forehead.
As soon get weary 1 IN nm my gide draw sr my cap
MES and The The East River Jack to BrooE-
into my own own door, % and f step into the hall on lip
toe. First OF all sit q moment In the great arm
stataette and the dome. Then l creep softly into
the parlor and SIT on the red lounge. Nobody Is
ss % s wnsrn + isn Is
are sitting at your desk writing letter 70 me, not
dreaming that am at that very moment looking
over your shoulder But like one IN dream. II
put out my hand TO touch you, l cannot do it,
There you SIT. can only see you, love you and
bless you. cannot make known my presence. I
suppose this the experience OF the dsembodied
dead who revisit the living Meanwhile the living,
unaware OF the dead. cry
3nd fir S ss sSua tSqSe q Of voice ssnissa s ssna @
leave you at your desk and glide upstairs. The
into my own chamber and see q bed and pillow un-
crushed by any sleeper The pictures on the walls
the dark room and remember its delights Of maps
snd nes,iings and prayers. take glimpse OF
Sa ana b3s 60 a0 the ard in story
guestchamber. No; NOBODY but the pic
tured soldier who has returned to find his wife
dead. Better he had fallen in the wars. | say to
mvsel5 cam l ghost or notf Am alive
deadr' ] come down stairs again, take another
look at the dear writer at her desk and then sud-
denly rush out OF tne house, hastenIng back, over
mn and valley, river and lake, to get to my ap.
wistully until the letter whicn / saw you writing
shan be delivered to my nand
told you that have now lour OF your letters.
saw you write them ALL my sweet sister, wife,
Yours 6evoutiy. THEoDORs.
what they say OF me; and half that see don't
stop @ ea to read; But think you VIII be amused at
the paper after all. But mad an article rom the
Cincinnati Gazette describing me as an unmarried
man, and q reply by the Cincinnati CO7a7ne9cl0L
table,"
To you, the mothcrs.alk OF these plants, and to
the tender plants themselves, send my love. AS
,ver, THEODORE
ALTON, Ill, Dec q 1868
MY DARLNG-Feeling unusually weary to-day |
brought UP your accidental mention that you had
lately iaLntcd. My daring, have always noticed
that wien have been absent from home for
considerable period return to ind you degene.
rated in health Be less disturbed in your mind.
Ii Is your spirit that wearies your 1esh. You have
sgreat soul IN a smah rrame. sitting up late Is
not to be pardoned oy your too-indugent husband.
But when you are weak and weary hope that, as
unto ST. Bernard IN his exhaustion, many more OF
the ministering angels Will guide you 4 daily round
.THs STAR OF THE EAST"
ALTON HOTEL, H., Dec 21, 1865.
mY DOVE You see how often am
driven the comfort OF writing you letters, since
am denied the luxury OF seeing sou face to face.
The moment my heart begins 10 acne tnat moment
seize my pen. My love-Ietters have all been the
pouring OF Oil On my own wounds. Some people
nave beautiful liberty OF expression through nu-
SIC, sitting at the Keys OF piano. and transatug
their thoughts into concord OF sweet sounds.n
Nv gates OF utterance are only two-speech and
pen. aor my speech goes now 10 the public; my pen
10 you. give thanks daily for Uncle Sans Kind
ness IN carrying mail bag between myself and
my iady love- suppose lived in the stage
coacn Gays, and were, as now, thousand mlles
apart ~ would take letter mouth 70 trip
across the praires from the MISSISSIPPI TO Brooklyn
To.morrow shah dedicate myself to writing IOr
the IndependersL have an army, legion OF read
ers IN the VEST Almost every man VINO speaks
to me says, "Wel, SIR, ] read what you write
every week. TINS has lately been said 40 often
that tremble at the respons binty OF writing for
80 many devouring readers / shall spend nav boI-
iday at hard work. In act, writing has become a
necessary diversion OF my mind from speakiDo
Reading does not answer the purpose. Books arc
rather nat TO me In my present temper OF mind
Still, think / would be content to.morrow ,f
the Little Lady were here 10 read aloui 70 her
husband II, indeed You Uere here what ane
times we would nave Are you not coming
some morning, when the sky ls unusually bright
shall know that the star OF the East is coming 70
the Vest "HaiL holy hghtn Yours ever,
THEODORE TILTON.
TUE Art OF WHITING LErrBRs-A DLSQUIsIIIoS ON
ALTON Ill, Dec a. 1904