n the Bible
to him; but one day last week he was taken with inflammation
of the chest, and died in a few hours. Papa says he
might have lived years, but for that cold, he was such a
healthy man. I feel very sorry he is gone.

I can't help crying when I think of it, for I remember
he was very useful to me that May evening when we
were primrose gathering. Do you recollect that evening,
Emilie? Ah, I have much to thank you for. What a
selfish, wilful, irritable girl I was! So I am now at times,
my evil thoughts and feelings cling so close to me, and
I have no longer you, dear Emilie, to warn and to encourage
me, but I have Jesus still. He Is a good Friend
to me, a better even than you have been.

I owe you a great deal Emilie; you taught me to love,
you showed me the sin of temper, and the beauty of peace
and love. I go and see Miss Webster sometimes, as you
wish; she is getting very much more sociable than she was,
and does not give quite such short answers. She often
speaks of you, and says you were a good friend to her; that
is a great deal for her to say, is it not? How happy you
must be to have every one love you! I am glad to
say that Fred's canaries are well, but they don't _agree_ at
all times. There is no teaching canaries to love one
another, so all I can do is to separate the fighters; but
I love those birds, I love them for Fred's sake, and I love
them for the remembrances they awaken of our first days
of peace and union.

My love to Joe, poor Joe! Do write and tell me how
he goes on, does he walk at all? Ever dear Emilie,

Your affectionate

EDITH.

There were letters to John and Fred in the same packet, and I think you
will like to hear one of Fred's to his sister, giving an account of the
Christmas festivities at Frankfort.

DEAR EDITH,

I am very busy to-day, but I must
give you a few lines to tell you how delighted your letters
made us. We are very happy here, but _home_ is the place
after all, and it is one of our good Master's most constant
themes. He is always talking to us about home, and
encouraging us to talk of and think of it. Emilie seems
like a sister to us, and she enters into all our feelings as
well us you could do yourself.

Well, you will want to know something about our
Christmas doings at school. They have been glorious I
can tell you--such a Christmas tree! Such a lot of
presents in