e kingdom this day.'"

In 1832 the father removed to Cincinnati, Ohio, where he became president
of Lane Theological Seminary. Here Harriet married Prof. Calvin E. Stowe,
a member of the faculty. Many misfortunes and sorrows came into her life,
but always she was sustained by her strong faith in God, and she bore
them with unusual Christian fortitude. In 1849 her infant boy was
snatched from her by the dreadful cholera scourge. Her husband, broken in
health, was in an Eastern sanatorium at the time, and all the cares and
anxieties of the household fell upon the shoulders of the brave young
wife. A letter written to her husband, dated June 29, 1849, gives a
graphic description of the plague as it was then raging in Cincinnati.
She wrote:

"This week has been unusually fatal. The disease in the city has been
malignant and virulent. Hearse drivers have scarce been allowed to
unharness their horses, while furniture carts and common vehicles are
often employed for the removal of the dead. The sable trains which pass
our windows, the frequent indications of crowding haste, and the absence
of reverent decency have, in many cases, been most painful.... On
Tuesday, one hundred and sixteen deaths from cholera were reported, and
that night the air was of that peculiarly oppressive, deathly kind that
seems to lie like lead on the brain and soul. As regards your coming
home, I am decidedly opposed to it."

Under date of July 26, she wrote again: "At last it is over and our dear
little one is gone from us. He is now among the blessed. My Charley--my
beautiful, loving, gladsome baby, so loving, so sweet, so full of life,
and hope and strength--now lies shrouded, pale and cold, in the room
below.... I write as though there were no sorrow like my sorrow, yet
there has been in this city, as in the land of Egypt, scarce a house
without its dead. This heart-break, this anguish, has been everywhere,
and when it will end God alone knows."

The succeeding years brought other tragedies to the sorely tried family.
In 1857 the eldest son, Henry, pride of his mother's heart, was drowned
at the close of his freshman year at Dartmouth College. Then came the
Civil War with its bloody battles. At Gettysburg a third son, Fred, was
wounded in the head by a piece of shrapnel. Although it did not prove
fatal, his mental faculties were permanently impaired.

Through all these afflictions the marvelous faith of Mrs. Stowe remained
firm and unshaken. M