Jeannette Hulme Platt1851-07-23Cyrus PlattBrookfield, PA41.9690195-77.5390127I have just been sitting in the very parlor--in the same spot--where we sat side by side four years ago!--with hearts full of hopes and fears, the future all untried, our mutual love all untested, and many tender mercies of our Covenant God all unknown. We were strangers to each other then, dear love, compared with now. What rich blessings were before us! How freely have they been measured out to us in our love for each other, and in the gift and enjoyment of our dear children! God has blessed us! I will say, we have been, are rich. Happiness is wealth so great, so rare, that few possess it. It is ours. Oh, that "the blessing of the Lord" might, as it is designed, "lead us to repentance."I have finished my journey home, and now we are "over the mountains," E. says, "all at Aunt Sarah's house." Both children seem half wild with delight to get where there is so much room. H. creeps around our large room, and Nell races around the house--flits about among the trees "like a wee fairy," they say. From the first night she has taken a great fancy to Aunt Sarah.On Monday we left Hulmeville with John, and drove to Capt. Hutchinson's beautiful home near Bristol; here we stayed Monday night. Early Tuesday morning John, N., and I went in boat to Trenton, dined with my old schoolmate, Hannah B., and was met by Mr. H. (our host) in the carriage on Bristol wharf at 4.30 P. M. This morning we all came to Philadelphia, dined with Mrs. Charlotte C., and came up in the 3 o'clock cars, and arrived in this old home once more at 5 o'clock. Charlotte was delighted to see us.I begin to think, dear husband, that you have a right good-looking wife; she must be so, from all I hear about her. "Why, Jeanette," Lottie exclaimed, "not a day older, I declare!--a bit younger, if anything; age twenty, I should think! I need not ask you if you have been happy in your distant home, away from all your family; your face answers that question fully. And what kind of a husband you have, too."Friday morning.--Here, dear husband, where you slept, in the guest-chamber of your love-dreams, sits your wife Jennie. The morning is charming. We had a restless night with H., but a ride this morning has cured, almost, the boy, and refreshed greatly the mother. Her heart cannot be fully cheered until its mate, its better-- 96 --part, shall come. I feel now that the time is near, is it not, dear husband? We do all so long to see you; not that I want to shorten my visit--my friends will not consent to that--but cannot you make arrangements to stop all work and recruit awhile? Do try and spare us a good long visit. . . . .I feel as if we must talk together this quiet Sabbath morning. Your letter came to my hand yesterday, dearest. Call it what name you may, it is very precious to your wife, each and every part--the "cross" and all other "moods" of its writer, only feelingly, thoughtfully showing the devoted love of his heart. You shall not speak lightly of, or scold, these letters. They are mine, are from my husband, who is perfectly understood as he is dearly loved. . . . .H.'s heart will never forget his father, even if his tongue cannot remember his name. It will take but a moment to recall him, I am sure. Mary says he still calls "papa, papa," often. . . . .I try not to anticipate our meeting. This separation is so long, it is so hard to be apart from thee and thy tender, loving heart, my own dear husband. I fear we shall both look forward expecting too much in our longed-for reunion. We cannot love each other too much; I know this. The Bible everywhere sanctions deepest, devoted conjugal affection, comparing such love to that with which "Christ loved the Church"--dying for it. But we must love our God supremely, love each other in Him as His, seeking His glory in and through our love. We must never expect too much of earthly happiness. It is here I fear we shall err in our expected meeting. This is never promised the children of God; but they are constantly told of sorrow, disappointments, "tribulations," that shall follow their steps. They must be disturbed and thwarted in every dream and scheme of earthly enjoyment, or else they would never turn with longing eyes to "that better country" they profess to seek. Oh, let us ever remember this. We have all been mercifully spared in health so far, but the future is only with God, hid from us. In what sorrow might be our meeting! How sweet is dear brother's oft-repeated petition, "Choose for us all our changes." May this be the prayer of our hearts; then shall we be prepared alike for joy or woe. Does this all seem strange to you, dear love? Life has taught me this. I want to try to live day by day, and hour by hour. I have long tried to do this.-- 97 --And how many mercies have followed me! How bright and happy has been my daily path since cheered by your fond love, my dearest, earthly gift![Mrs. B., one of the ladies who has rendered valuable assistance in this work, says of this letter: "I think this is one of the loveliest letters I have ever read."]