over that doggerel! [12] Such things are
a drug in this house. I thought I had a long letter from you, and it was
that stuff! My last book is all printed. My husband kindly corrected the
proof-sheets for me; a thing I hate to do. He likes the book better than
I do. I always get tired of my books by the time they are done. I read
very little; only some few devotional books over and over. I wonder if
you have read "Miracles of Faith"? It is a remarkable little book.
Do write and let me know how you and your husband are. We make great
account of our afternoon mail.

She alludes in the preceding letter to the guests she was expecting. The
entertainment of friends formed a marked feature of her Dorset life; and
it called into play the brightest traits of her character. Her visitors
always went away feeling like one who has been gazing upon a beautiful
landscape or listening to sweet music, so charming was her hospitality.
One of them, writing to her husband a year after her death, thus refers
to it:

I seem to see the Dorset hills now with their beautiful cloud-shadows
and lovely blue. I can see in my mind your pleasant home and all the
faces, including the dear one you miss this summer. What a delightful
home she made! The "good cheer" she furnished for the minds, hearts, and
bodies of her guests was something remarkable. I shall never forget my
visits; I was in a state of high entertainment from beginning to end.
What entertaining stories she told! what practical wisdom she gave out
in the most natural and incidental way! and what housekeeping! Common
articles of food seemed to possess new virtues and zest. I always went
away full of the marvels of the visit, as well as loaded down with many
little tokens of her kindness and thoughtfulness.

_To Mrs. Condict, Dorset, Sept. 9, 1876._

What interested me most at the Centennial was in the Main Building, and
two things stand out, prominently, in my memory. The first is groups of
Swedish figures, dressed in national costume, and all done by the hand
of a real artist. Especially examine the dead baby and its weeping
mother and rugged old wounded grandfather; it will remind you of the
words, "A little child shall lead them." Next in interest to me were the
Japanese bronzes and screens; next wares from Denmark, butterflies and
feathers from Brazil. In the art department a picture called "Betty"
in the British division, up in a corner, and in statuary "The Forced
Prayer." Both