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was her schooling there, and yet how constant was her faith, that
God keeps a niche
In heaven to hold our idols!
And albeit
He breaks them to our faces, and denies
That our close kisses should impair their white,
I know we shall behold them raised, complete,
The dust shook from their beauty,—glorified,
New Memnons singing in the great God-light.
Sad welcome home.
Groton, April 25, 1833.—I came hither, summoned by the intelligence, that our poor——had met with a terrible accident.
I found the dear child,—who had left me so full of joy and eagerness, that I thought with a sigh, not of envy, how happy he, at least, would be here,—burning with fever.
He had expected me impatiently, and was very faint lest it should not be ‘Margaret’ who had driven up. I confess I greeted our new home with a flood of bitter tears.
He behaves with great patience, sweetness, and care for the comfort of others.
This has been a severe trial for mother, :fatigued, too, as she was, and full of care; but her conduct is angelic.
I try to find consolation in all kinds of arguments, and to distract my thoughts till the precise amount of injury is surely known.
I am not idle a moment.
When not with——, in whose room I sit, sewing, and waiting upon him, or reading aloud a great part of the day, I solace my soul with Goethe, and follow his guidance into realms of the ‘Wahren Guten, and Schonen.’
Occupations.
May, 1833.—As to German, I have done less that
