...home. I hope that a year's time, and possibly less, will see me again so situated that the bulk of my time, and not the spare minutes only, may be given up to them. I have been like the mother in Tom Hood 's Lost child, who did not know the love she felt for her child till she lost it. I only hope that I may not, like her, forget it as soon as I find it. July 7, 1860.—Relaxed my rule to-day,...