daughter and had a charming visit. much interest and affection for you.

She inquired with Remember me very

kindly to Miss Sampson; I hope her strength will be equal to her day. Much love to all, and believe me, dear Mr. Washburn,

Your fondly attached friend and sympathizer,

E. H. C.

Letter from Mrs. Cheever to Mrs. Washburn.

MY DEAR ELIZABETH,-Here I am entirely alone, the Doctor having left me for the city, to remain over the Sabbath. I generally accompany him, but to-day being. stormy I have concluded to remain at home, and so improve the opportunity of sending you my greetings for this new year before January is quite ended. I wish you and all dear to you every blessing and happiness, and your household too. We have all entered upon it with countless mercies. I certainly have much cause for gratitude for my many blessings and my beautiful, comfortable home. I only hope, as I wrote my dear aunt a few days since, that I may not cleave so fondly to it here as to forget that this cannot always be my rest and portion. We are more and more in love with Englewood, and could not now be induced to return to city life. Every day brings fresh pleasures and enjoyment in Winter, as well as in Summer. No thing can exceed the beauty of a Winter landscape, or nothing lovelier than our woodland yesterday, covered with frost and ice. Every twig and bough, in the glittering rays of the sunbeams, was one mass of starry

crystals, and, at sunset particularly, like so many sparkling gems. What beauty and wonders in the frost kingdom! how it impresses us with the perfect wisdom, power, and glory of the Great Creator! Who could be a sceptic amid such wonders? The Winter, thus far, has been a season of real enjoyment to us, and full of life and beauty. The rising sun, which I now endeavor to see, and the reflection of the setting sun, and the mellow, soft light of the moon, on the stainless snow, are exquisitely beautiful, and beyond all power of expression. But as beautiful as Winter is, I am in ecstasies at the thought of enjoying the freshness of early Spring, in the country. To see the tender grass, leaves and shrubs put forth, and hear the sweet songsters, makes my heart overflow with delight at the very thought. We spent a fortnight at Christmas with my sister at her charming rural home, and greatly enjoyed it. My pet niece, Mrs. G., with her beautiful baby-boy, was there; she now resides with her mother, and is a great comfort to her. The darling boy is about twenty months old, and his little gladsome ways and cunning tricks make him the idol and joy of the household. I could not bear to leave him, but his mother has promised to send him to see us.

To Mrs. Cheever from Mr. Waters.

Your very kind note of September 22d found me quite ill, so I felt I must give up my intended trip to the meeting of the American Board, at Syracuse-and thus closed up my fond and long-anticipated hope of visiting

you, either going or returning; but I am just as grateful to you and the Doctor, for your very cordial invitations, as though I had been permitted to once more see you and hold sweet converse on memories of the past. As I pen these lines, I am impressed with the thought that nearly all those friends with whom Dr. C. and myself acted, in the early struggles, in behalf of the poor slave, have gone the way whence they will not return. My friend Whittier and myself spend hours in talking over these memories; and every few weeks our number is lessened by the departure of one and another, in a good old age, to their rest. I was at the Missionary Rooms in Boston a few days since, and found them much engrossed in preparations for the interior Mission to Africa. I have travelled on both sides of the African Continent, and feel a special interest in the new Mission. I do hope to visit you again, but can't say the precise time. Yet it makes me feel happier to think I shall see you and the Doctor once more. Oh, how much I would have to say, and so would you and the Doctor! May the Lord direct and guide us in all our ways, and then we will go aright. Give my kindest love to the Doctor. I yet hope and pray to see him again; but if Providence directs otherwise, we will, through the infinite grace and mercy of our Blessed Redeemer, hope to meet on the heavenly hills, and spend a blessed eternity in His worship and service who loved us and gave Himself for us. I am always happy to receive a line from you or the Doctor. I will remind friend Whittier about your poem. He has been quite feeble all Sum

mer, and recently lost a very dear friend, which he feels very much.

Most affectionately yours,

RICHARD P. WATERS.

The reading of this letter brings to mind a thousand memories of the admirable character and dear friendship of the writer, continued uninterruptedly through so many years. He was one of the heartiest, noblest, most faithful, and unchanging friends ever met with. His useful and successful period in office in Zanzibar, his unsullied example as a devout Christian there, his faithful keeping of the Sabbath, his abhorrence of slavery, his freedom of conversation with the Sultan, whose admiring remembrance of his integrity and generosity was kept up for years after the period of his Consulship had ceased, can never be forgotten. He was an example for praise, honor, and imitation among all the foreigners whose business or official responsibilities had brought them in connection with the Sultan and his Court. His intelligence, hospitality, courtesy, kindness, and uninterrupted pleasantry and cheerfulness were quite unexampled. had withal such a fund of gayety and laughing good-humor and sweetness of temper, and be

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nevolence and generosity of nature, and such unfailing energy and boldness on the right side against every instance of oppression; such an abhorrence of intemperance and slavery, such hospitality and nobleness of character, whether at home or abroad, that his friendship was a gift inestimable. We always used to call him by his Indian name, with which our enjoyment of his gayety and uninterrupted friendship had baptized him, among ourselves, - MINNEHAHA! the laughing Waters, from Longfellow's beautiful poem.

He was an early and whole-hearted helper in every good undertaking, an earnest lover of truth, justice, and freedom. His abhorrence of slavery was grounded in Christian principles, with an indomitable hatred of cruelty and oppression, which was open and transparent everywhere. He carried the freedom, simplicity, and artlessness of uncorrupted youth into the dignity, integrity, and firmness of manhood. He might have been taken to sit for the likeness of Faithful's character, portrayed for our admiration in Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress, or perhaps a combination portraiture of the qualities of Faithful and Hopeful, in one personification.

It was a remarkable providence that notwithstanding his Anti-slavery principles, so well