Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1891-11-07
THE RsE.ssEEElNG SHOW.
So,:ac OF Hts Facts and EaMcies.

So,:ae of Hts Facts and Fancies.
Written for the JOURNAL AND CoURIER.l
LOVE LETTERS.
Here are fragments Of old love letters,
delightful ones, and worth preserving,
since they reveal full affection and conf
dence, and high ideals of womanhood, and
since they camo warm from ths souls of
faithful lovers, faithful always. The first
is from d letter written by Dr. Calvin
Stowe to Harriet Beecher Stowe, his wife:
''There is no woman ike you in this wide
world. Who else has go much talent with
so little self-conceit; so much reputation
with so little affectation; so much litera-
ture with SO little nonsense; SO much ell
terprise with so little extravaganza; go
much tongue with SO little scold; go much
sweetness with so little softness; so much
of so many things and so little of SO many
other thinge?"
The letters of General Won Moltke, writ
ten before and after marriage, are now
published for all the world to read. They
prove the grim and silent soldier to have
been an ardent lover and devoted husband.
His love for his wife was proverbial in
Germany for almost half century; his
grief for her loss was the cause of much
of his moody taciturnity, and of him one
wrote who knew him well: $50 deeply, Sc
| utterly disconsolately, as Helmuth mourn
ed for Marie, perhaps man never mourned
| for wife,
The busy staff-officer, then nearing mid
die life, found the most trivial details OF
| the daily life of his betrothed, more inter
esting than all the politics of the world
| So he assures her, and we may believe him
since he asks the darling little sonl" such
| questions as these: ''Do yoa wear youl
muslin made upa" Then he writes more
seriously: Chow I long, beloved Marie
to again hear from you. Perhaps lettel
from you is already on the way, but can
| not wait for it; but will talk little witt
you now. The full moon is opposite my
window, and of course you will see her
too. Were it only q window through
which I could look into your sweet face
your nut brown eyes, and laughing dim
pies! Near the moon beams th'
star, the great one of which
I have written you. Tine star hi
mother loved and which he believed
to be his good starr Often when l hae
ridden all the hot day on the far-distan
ASlaElC SCSpFes, anu ulShs hou SoiAio oAi Do
fore the weary horse had brought me t.
my night quarters, or when 1 lay on tn
broad roof of my house, this star rose will
tropical distinctness from the red of even
ing and shone so mildly and benignantly
as if it would say: Ride on and forget al
care: YOU will aome time find hear
to love you.' And so hav
found you, dear Marie; but the stars o
fate shine in the hearts of men, and eacl
is as happy as ne deserves to be. Were
not to become happy with you, it woul'
be merely because [ am not and canno
be 80 good and pure as you. The longe
1 live the more clearly l see that tn
retribution for good and evil come
mostly in this life. Therefore, however
your lot may be drawn, you will never
deprived of inner peace, for you are like
flower, and pray God that he will kee
you thus lovely and spotless."
These last lines are perhaps menor
of that little song of Heine's, so simpl
} sweet, so familiar TO all singers, and 8
loved of composers, who have set it
music over and over again, though PEI
haps by mono more acceptably than
Schumann: sDu bist vie cine Blume.
We may fancy the soldier stopping to sin
: it to the sympathetic moon and star befol
he goes on with his letter aud closes wit
Good bless you"
The answers to these letters were rea
2 sat least couple of times daily and v
may judge that they were in every we
- satisfactory. Now that they are given
the public it may be that con
l will find in them inspirating g
? amples of faithfulness and affection, 81