nse to his; two dogs hanging a third, cutting him down, when he lay
apparently dead, other dogs driving in, in a cart, and carrying away the
body; others waltzing on their hind legs, and others jumping the rope.
Two horses played see-saw, and one rolled a barrel up an inclined plane
with his fore legs; he _hated_ to do it. But the marvellous fishes and
sea-flowers charmed me most.

_To Mrs. Reed, New York, March 13, 1878._

... I have had a busy winter. We had a variety of losses, and I
undertook, therefore, to manufacture Reed, most of my Christmas
gifts, which were, chiefly, umbrella racks; this took time. Then my
Bible-reading uses up pretty much one day. I never felt so unfit for
it, or more determined to keep it up as long as one would come. Besides
that, I have read and painted more or less and sewed a good deal; on the
whole, have had more vacation than work, at least one looking on would
say so. But we all lead two lives, and one of them is penetrated and
understood by no mortal eye. I heard such a sermon from Dr. Bevan last
Sunday night on the text, "They saw God and did eat and drink." He
divided mankind into four classes: Those who do eat and drink and do not
see God; those who do not see Him and do not eat and drink; those who
see Him and do not eat and drink (he handled them tenderly); and those
who see Him and yet eat and drink. I hope I have made its outline plain
to you. It took hold of me.

_To Mrs. Donaghe, New York, April 26, 1878._

I am living my life among breakings-up; you gone, Mrs. Smith about to
flee to Northampton, and our neighbor Miss W. storing her furniture and
probably leaving New York for good. On the other hand, M. spends most of
her time in helping Mr. and Mrs. Talbot get to rights in apartments they
have just taken. Mr. T., as I suppose you know, is pastor of our Mission
and as good as gold. God has been pleased greatly to bless two ladies,
who attend the Bible-reading, and I am sure He loves to have us study
His Word. The more I dig into it the richer I find it, and I have had
some delightful hours this winter in preparing for my Wednesday work.

There is to be a Women's Exchange in this city, where everything
manufactured by them (except underclothing) will be exposed for sale;
embroidery, pickles, preserves, confectionery, and articles rejected by
the Society of Decorative Art. I hope it will be a success, and help
many worthy women, all over the land, to help themselves.... I