ABSTRACT
This letter will reach you on your birthday. I wish it could tell you how fond I am of you, and how happy it makes me to think of you among such bright, beautiful scenes. I half wish you could be always among such, and yet why should I? True, we cannot weigh the amount of good such scenes do us—true, we cannot calculate their influence to gladden and ennoble us to all time—the memory of such being among our best and most useful possessions—true, we may render full and great thanks to Him who has made all things, and led us through it.
