The tears may continue to flow, but then with Mrs.Browning we can sing:-- "I praise thee while my days go on; I love thee while my days go on; Through dark and death, through fire and frost, With emptied arms and treasure lost, I thank thee while my days go on." The other letter referred to is from another father, over whom wave after wave of sorrow had passed.

Within a brief space of time two children were taken away.

The one was a son who had entered his professional career, and had large hope and promise for the future--a young man of rare abilities and many noble qualities.

The other was a daughter, who had reached womanhood, and was a happy and beloved wife, surrounded by friends and the refinements of a beautiful home, and all that makes life sweet and desirable.

Both of these children God took, one soon after the other.