The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1880-02-13

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A WIFE WHO LOVED HER HUSBAND.
Letter from Mrs. Andrew Jackson
to the General.
rCincinnati Commercial.l
FEB. s. 1918.
1Iy Dea, Httsdanc1-Your letter of
the 18th January, from the mouth of
the Cumberland River, came safe to
hand. 1t was everything to me. I
rejoiced, I 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,
where'er I turn, my thoughts, my
doubts distress me. Then little my
hope revives again, & that keeps me
alive. Were it not for that, I must
sink should die in my present situa-
ton. But my blessed Redeemer is
making intercession with the Father
my bosom, where every vein, every
pulse beats high for your health, your
safety, & all your wishes crowned. Do
not, my beloved husband, let the
love of country, fame, & honor make
you forget you have one. Without
you, would think them all empty
shadows.
You will say this is not the language
of q patriot, but it's the language of a
faithful wife, one know you esteem
& love sincerely, but Oh how many
pangs, how many heart-rending sighs
has your absence cost me. My time
passes heavily, g. am not in good
health, but hope to see you once
more on this globe, & after this frail
life ends, be with you in happier climes,
where shall experience no more pain
full separation, and then shall be at
rest. I feel foretaste of the joys that
are to the virtuous souls. Gracious
God, help me to pray for your happi-
ness. I was delighted to learn you
were pleased with Mr.. Blackman 4 the
other two clergymen & the society in
general.
Our little Andrew is we'll, the most
affectionate little 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
I am shedding tears. One of the ex-
treme cold nights heg OF a little vexed,
and said he wondered his papa did not
come home and sleep with him in his
big bed. Thursday last, mamma, said
he, let's go to Nashville & see il 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 my trials. wish
I was with you-vain wish.
Pray, my dear, write to me often. It's
a cordial, it's balm to my mind in lone
some hours 7 treasure them m as a
miser does his gold. could write
more to your satisfaction, could re:
frain from tears, but you know how to
make allowance for me. Catherine
Cafery returned in few days after
you set out. The stock wants their
masters eye, all your household re-
grets your absence, all wishing & pray
ing your return. paid Fields every
cent that I did not send you in my
letter. He was not satisfied. I then
borrowed thirty dollars & paid him.
He was going about trying to sell your
note. I have made nearly enough to
pay him off.
Sister Hayes, Mrs. McKeane, Mrs.
Jackson, Mr.. Small & Catherine send
their best wishes to you. Please to
present mine to Mr.. Blackman & Mr..
Hines Carroll, & may tho Almighty
God of Heaven shower down His
blessings. His mercy on you, assist
righteousness, be your shield in the
time of danger, support you in all
things, & keep you in the paths of
wisdom-the ways thereof is peace
afar. Well, think on me, your dearest
friend on earth, RACHEL JACKSON.
Mr.. A. JACKSON.