Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1880-02-04

The following devout letter, written by
Mrs. Andrew jackson to her husband Feb
ruary s, 1918, has just been printed for the
first time
"My Dear Husband Your letter of the
the 18th January from the mouth of the
Cumberland river came safely to hand. 1t
was everything to me. | rejoiced, | was
happy to hear you were in health. 1t was
my nightly prayer to the Almighty God.
My thoughts are forever on thee. Where'er
go, whereer turn, my fears, my thoughts,
my doubts distress me. Then little my
hope revives again, and that keeps me alive.
Were it not for that, | must sink | should
die in my present situation. But my blessed
Redeemer is making intercession with the
Father for us to meet again, to restore you
to my bosom, where every vein, every pulse
beats high for your health, your safety, and
all your wishes crowned. Do not, my be-
loved husband, let the love of country, fame
and honor make you forget you have one.
Without you, would think them all empty
shadows. You will say this is not the Ian
guage of patriot, but it's the language
OF faithful wife, one l know you esteem
aud love sincerely, but oh how many pangs
how many heart-rending sighs has your alb
sence cost me. My time passes heavily, and
L ALL uOl III ROOu utdlliL, Dub HOpc W scc
you once more on this globe, and after this
frail life ends, be with you in happier climes,
where shall experience no more painful sep
aration, and then shall be at rest. feel
foretaste of the Joys that are to the virtuous
souls. Gracious God, help me to pray for your
happiness. l was delighted to learn you
were pleased with Mr., Blackman and the
other two clergymen, and the society in
general Our little Andrew is well, the
most affectionate darling on earth. Often
does he ask me in bed not to cry, sweet
papa will come home to you again, and feel
my cheeks to know if am shedding tears.
One of the extreme cold nights he got lit
tie vexed and said he wondered his papa did
not come home and sleep with him in his
big bed. On Thursday last, mamma, said
he, let's go to Nashville aud see if he is
there. | told him where you were gone.
He said, don't cry, sweet mamma; you can't
think how that has supported me in trials.
| wish | was with you-vain wish. Pray,
my dear, write TO me often. It's cordial,
it's balm to my mind in lonesome hours l
treasure them up as miser does his gold.
could write more to your satisfaction,
could refrain from tears, but you know
how to make allowance for me. Catherine
Chaffery returned in few days after you
set out. The stock wants their masters
eye all your household regrets your alb
sence, all wishing and praying your re-
tuIn. paid Fields every cent that did
not send you in my letter He was not
satisfied. | then borrowed thirty dollars
and paid him. He was going about trying
to sell your note. l have made nearly enough
to pay him off. Sister Hayes, Mrs. Nc
Kenne, Mrs. jackson, Mr. Small, and Cath
- Al ~, -
to present mine to Mr.. Blackman and Mr..
Hines Carroll, and may the Almighty God
of heaven shower down his blessings, his
mercy on you, assist you in the ways of life,
in the ways of righteousness, be your shield
in the time of danger, support you in all
things, and keep you in the paths of wisdom
the ways thereof is peace afar. Well,
think on me, your dearest friend on earth.
Mr.. A. Jackson. RACHEL JACKSON.