morning. The sun was shining brightly, there was not a single cloud in the sky, the people were going to church and it recalled to my remembrance many a happy Sabbath morning when poor Mama and I stood outside waiting till it would be time to go to church and when I thought that she was laying on a bed of sickness and perhaps of death I cried as if my heart would break. Christmas will soon be here but it will be a dull one to both of us for even if you are at home we cannot feel happy unless poor Mama is better. How little did I think love last Christmas when I was fretting over your long absence that when that day came round again although I was your wife I would be unhappy. I used to think dearest that when I was yours I would be happier than any woman in New Zealand. This shows us how little we can look for perfect worldly happiness but everything happens for the best. If we never had trials and sorrows we would soon forget God and forget that there is another world to