We have also been
to Maquoit. We have visited the old pond, and, if I mistake not, the
relics of your old raft yet float there; at all events, one or two
fragments of a raft are there, caught among rushes.
I do not realize that one of the busiest and happiest of the train who
once played there shall play there no more. "He shall return to his
house no more, neither shall his place know him any more." I think I
have felt the healing touch of Jesus of Nazareth on the deep wound in
my heart, for I have golden hours of calm when I say: "Even so,
Father, for so it seemed good in thy sight." So sure am I that the
most generous love has ordered all, that I can now take pleasure to
give this little proof of my unquestioning confidence in resigning one
of my dearest comforts to Him. I feel very near the spirit land, and
the words, "I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me," are
very sweet.
Oh, if God would give to you, my dear children, a view of the infinite
beauty of Eternal Love,--if He would unite us in himself, then even on
earth all tears might be wiped away.
Papa has preached twice to-day, and is preaching again to-night. He
told me to be sure to write and send you his love. I hope his health
is getting better. Mrs. Upham sends you her best love, and hopes you
will make her a visit some time.
Good-by, my darlings. Come soon to your affectionate mother.
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