line, however, to think that demoniac possession is
sometimes permitted. Fenelon, you know, thinks we should not be too
eager for spiritual delight. He is entirely right when he says that the
"night of faith" may witness a faith dearer to God than that of sensible
delight. I love Job when he says, "Though He slay me, yet will I trust
in Him," more than I do David when he is in green pastures and beside
still waters; it does not require much faith to be happy there.

_Nov. 12th._--I am glad Greylock reached you in safety, and sorry I
could not correct its numerous misprints. Your question about Kitty I
don't quite understand; I did not mean to say that her parents had
no more trouble with her, but they had no more fights growing out of
self-will on both sides. I know that there is no end to trouble with
obstinate or otherwise naughty children, only if the mother lives
close to Christ the fault will be on their side, not hers. You speak,
by-the-bye, of my using the word Christ rather than the word Jesus. I
do so because it means more to my mind, and because the apostles use it
much more frequently. I do hope my book will be a comfort and help to
many well-meaning but inexperienced mothers. And I wish I practised more
perfectly what I preach. But I have my infirmities and find it hard to
be always on my guard.... A. and I are taking drawing-lessons of a very
superior French teacher, who offers us the privilege of spending our
whole time in her studio, with "conseil."

_The Home at Greylock_ was published the latter part of October. It
embodied, as she said, the results of thirty years of experience and
reflection. Its views of marriage and of the office of a Christian
mother found frequent expression in her other writings and in her
correspondence. She placed religion and love alike at the foundation of
a true home; the one to connect it with heaven above, the other to make
it a heaven upon earth. She enjoined it upon her young friends, as they
desired enduring domestic felicity, to marry first of all for love. To
one of them, who was tempted, as she feared, to marry out of gratitude
rather than from love, she wrote:

We women are exacting creatures; and you can not please us unless we
have the whole of you. Oh, if you knew the sacredness, the beauty, the
sweetness of married life, as I do, you would as soon think of entering
heaven without a wedding garment, as of venturing on its outskirts even,
save by the force of a