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that I did not know till I came away how much I was dependent upon you for information.
There are a thousand favorite subjects on which I could talk with you better than with any one else.
If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.
In this same letter she writes of herself:
One thing more in regard to myself.
The absence and wandering of mind and forgetfulness that so often vexes you is a physical infirmity with me. It is the failing of a mind not calculated to endure a great pressure of care, and so much do I feel the pressure I am under, so much is my mind often darkened and troubled by care, that life seriously considered holds out few allurements,--only my children.
In returning to my family, from whom I have been so long separated, I am impressed with a new and solemn feeling of responsibility.
It appears to me that I am not probably destined for long life; at all events, the feeling is strongly impressed upon my mind that a work is put into my hands which I must be earnest to finish shortly.
It is nothing great or brilliant in the world's eye; it lies in one small family circle, of which I am called to be the central point.
On her way home from this Eastern visit
Mrs. Stowe traveled for the first time by rail, and of this novel experience she writes to
Miss Georgiana May:--
Here I am at Brother William's, and our passage along this railroad reminds me of the verse of the psalm:--
Thoa lions roar and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way.
