Mr. Bliss’ Correspondence
The greater part of the following letters were written by Mr. Bliss to his relatives; the others, to those who were so near and dear to him as to seem to be of his own kin. The first one contains the first poetry he is known to have written:
East Tbot, July 29, 185&.
Ever Dear Brother and Sister:
My mind is established, with full purpose of heart, to serve God, to live acceptably and be prepared to meet my Judge in peace. Let us be careful to love Qod supremely, and keep His commandments, that He will be willing to own us, and that we may all meet around His throne to part no more.
P. P. B.
This world is all a fleeting show,
With trouble, toil and care;
Its joys are trivial and we know
Its pleasures can’t endure.
The be.st of friends and neighbors part,
And as we say farewell.
How often does the tender heart
With thoughts of friendship swell.
But if no more on earth we meet,
Our friendship can’t be riven,
And let us live prepared to greet
With raptured joy in heaven.
Written and composed by
Philip P. Bliss.
SPBiNeFiBLD, March 2, 1856.
Dkar FaiENDS:
With mach pleasure I take up my pen to inform yoa of my condition. At present, I am in the enjoyment of good health; my cough is dearly cured by taking — good carty and as to my having been hurt, I am sorry you have heard of it, for it is entirely well now. The circumstances are thus: Last Friday as I was drawing logs with a pair of young oxen, belonging to Mr. Campbell, they started while I was astride of the log, hooking the chain, and rolled the log on to my left foot, and drew it about twelve feet before I could stop them; then you see I was in a predicament noways desirable; being entirely alone, and some ways from the house. I was obliged to dig away the snow from under my foot (a process somewhat tedious) before I could get loose. My boot was considerably mangled, but, happy to say, my foot escaped injury, or nearly so, although it was quite painful for a day or two. I was able to go to school the next Monday.
I am sorry to say that yesterday was the last day of our school. Oh, how I wish yott could have been here. We had a grand exhibition in the Baptist Church, before about 200,000,000,000,000 — no I no! 200 spectators; and it was a show indeed. Such times we had with the gal-gal -galvanic battery and slippers, which made us dance whether we felt disposed to or not; and such good dialogues, and everything passed off so interestingly and agreeably that all enjoyed themselves very well. But when we had finished our performances, and had to take the farewell hand and to say good-bye in earnest, I tell you it seemed like parting with friends, and indeed it was; for many an eye was filled with tears, and all expressed their wishes that we might meet again, on earth; but 1 have reason to believe that if we are not granted this privilege, the greater part of us will meet in heaven, to enjoy each other’s friendship forever.
I have formed a great many acquaintances in my life, but never did I associate with those that were so dear to my heart, as since I have been here. All are so friendly, so charitably disposed, that one cannot but love their society. I shall prefer staying in Springfield this summer to any other part of the world excepting home. Mr. Campbell wishes me to remain with him this summer, but I have made no agreement with him to that effect, nor shall I until I hear your minds expressed on the subject.
For myself I feel as strong in the Lord as ever and have nothing discouraging to say to any one, and I thank God 1 am what I am, and am determined that nothing shall separate me from the love of Christ. Pray for me that I may make Heaven my home when done with the things of this world. I wish I could be at home to enjoy the good of the meetings with you, but you must remember me. Give my love to all who take the trouble to inquire after my welfare.
Write often and give me all the news. When you have made any maple sugar, just send me word, and I will start for home, I reckon I
It is still good sleighing here and pretty cold weather too. No news, I believe, so good bye. In a hurry,
P. P. Bliss.
TOWAKDA, SU8QrEHANNA COLLEOIATB INBTZTTTTB, AagOSt 26, 1^57.
Deab Friends:
You will see by the date of this, that I am here, and I can tell you I am well, and well satisfied, too, with my situation, being now comfortably located ii the institution and commenced my collegiate course to-day. I put right down to Towauda, Monday afternoon, after I came back from home a.-f<K)t ayed over night; came up here Tuesday morn and did chores all day; got my board, and was allowed $1.00 to apply on tuition; since that time have earned 50 cts. There is a chance of my getting all the jobs of work I want to do, which will pay my way. Board, lodging, washing, lights and fuel, room rent included, cost me just $2.00 per week. Have a nice spacious room on the fourth floor, facing Front St., where I have a full view of the whole city and suburbs. A very pleasant place this is, and the people are very hospitable, especially the steward and his wife, which will be of great benefit if I can retain their good will and friendship, which, of course, I shall strive to do. I am a kind of chore-boy, but I am not ashamed of it. I saw wood, bring water, sweep rooms at so much apiece, and am resolved to earn every penny T possibly can honorably.
To-day we commenced; just organized; classed off a few classes. Don’t expect to have much of a school this week; just got arranged into classes. -I intended to go to some other school than this, but I guess I could not have been better situated Hear what Mr. Dayton, the steward, says: “Come along to sch<»o. one, two or three terms, and if you can’t pay me now, pay me after you have earned it; for if you teach this winter, you can then pay me; BO ix)me along.” So I’ve come, and oh, how I wish I could afford to stay about four years; but it is as it is, and I won’t complain, but “do the very best 1 can,” you may be sure. I have taken up Grammar, Algebra, Physiologjr and Latin for my studies during the coming term.
Towanda is twenty miles east of Troy, a direct line of stages running between, and a trusty stage-driver (lucky for me).
I must close and save some for next time. Expecting to hear from you soon T remain as ever
Your affectionate Brother,
Philip P. Bliss.
KiNMUNDT, Illinois, July 9, 1888.
My Dear Mother:
I have not heard anything from you since we came West. Phe and Mate have both written; Mr. Youngs also, but you have not. We hope you are well, and, if so, I think you are becoming quite worldly not to write to any of us.
We have all good health and times. Waj-ren is in good spirits as usual. We have six hours’ singing per day. But oh! how warm the weather 1 1 Heavy thunder showers also. Expect we’ll be here till July 24th; then go up the Mississippi River to Winona. Pray for us that we may have a pleasant and prosperons Journey. Almost every Sabbath I go out to address the Sabbath Schools and sing with them. In several towns I have held children’s meetings at five o’clock, Sabbath, trying to do something for the cause of the Master. If He shows me the way for ‘work in this direction — and because I like it, I think He will — I mean to give some considerable time to it, and I write especially to ask you to pray for me in this field of labor, the Sabbath School. Pray that I may be blessed in leading the children to Christ, and glorify God, not myself.
July 9th, 1868.
July 9th,1838.
30 years 1 1 1
Do you remember thirty years ago? Well, I don’t curse the day, as Job did. No; I’ve been so brought up and so blessed, that it is a good thing for me to live, and yet I may say ‘* to die is gain.”
Tm growing old! but, I’m not sorry. What I sorry to think we are “Almost home;” nearer the “shining shore.” Nearer through the swamps and snares of this life, nearer the bounds of life eternal? No, I’m not sorry! Roll on. Boll on. Good bye. Be faithful. Trust in the Lord forever.
Your son,
P. P
BnsHNBLL, Illinois, January 10, 180».
Deab Mother:
This is the Lord’s Day, but between the services it seems right and proper to write to you.
‘Tis very pleasant; not a cloud to be seen, no wind stirring, all is peaceful; the town is quiet, and the bright sun is shining. How this day reminds us of that eternal Sabbath, the rest remaining for the people of God. I suppose Pa Young is at home to-day, and has told you all about us. Truly the Lird has been very good to us the past year, and we trust Him for the years to come.
I hope you, too, have enjoyed yourself better and are rising to higher life and attaining greater spiritual growth than in years before. I make it my daily prayer that you may be contented established in the faith and filled with the love of God.
Your letters for a few months past, and Mr. Young’s report in particular, lead me to hope your last days will be your best. God grant it I
I think we may be home in May. Then what shall I bring you? I think you have been a pretty good little girl, and anything you want, ask for it I
Lou is writing to Phe. We are both in the best of health. Lou never had 0O good health, she says, since she can remember.
There goes the bell I So good day for this time. May the Lord’s word comfort and sustain you and us. Your own big boy,
P P.
Cabthaok, ILLIKO.S, January 29, 1869.
Deab Motheb:
This is Sunday, a quiet room, good dinner, pleasant day and sleepy wife-Lou is most sick — all favorable for letter- writing.
My mind, for a few days past — though I have been unusually busy — has dwelt considerably on the departed days and friends. Four years ago I How swift the years go by. Yet, 1 don’t believe I would recall them, or, if in my power, stay the flight of time.
One of Pa’s prayer meeting expressions used to be “improve the time.” This is what we need to do, then the future has no fears, the past no regrets.
How about “tin wedding?” Don’t you think ‘twill be nice? We couldn’t afford a’ wedding when we were married. Now I’ve tried the goods and think I’ve found a choice article; so I want to celebrate. Had we better have it in A. P.’s new house, on account of more room — that is, if they’ll let us? Of course you need not say anything of this, to them, or any one else, if you please to keep it.
May the Lord give you grace for all your trials and save us all in Heaven.
Your big boy.
Bliss.
Faibbubt, October 81, 1870.
Dear Phb & Co.
How do you do? and how do your women folks do? Did Lou tell you of my silver-tipped “baton” present? Having much ‘cess and such good times. Wish you and Mate could tend my big conventions all the time. I often thank the good Father for giving me voice and talents in my profession. How much better for me that He led me out of the humble life in which I was born, and I hope better for the world and His cause. I am glad I have such a good sister,’ too. You always remind me so much of Pa. If we all had his faith and trust — such humility 1 but I am glad and thankful we were always poor; and oh, we begin to see and feel, how much we owe to Pa for his example and influence. We may be in better circumstances, but we can hardly hope to lead a better, purer, more zealous Christian life. Only if we can meet him “where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest *’ — one of his favorite* passageft. May “Our Father” bless you all. P. P.
CmcAOO« February 19, 1871.
Mt Dear Mother:
I wish I might have written you on your last birthday, which I see by the record in Pa’s old Bible, was February 16th, 1805. Seventy-six, ah, no, I mean sixty-six years old I Well, the Lord be praised for giving me a mother so old and so great and good. I thank Him daily for early influences intended to lead me to Christ. For, whatever of poor advantages, small houses, plain living, threadbare, patched clothing, back-woods society, and unpleasant recollections of iny childhood I have to cherish, this precious thought — my parents prayed for me, even before I knew the meaning of prayer, and they consecrated me to the Lord and His service, nor can a prayer, earnest and heartfelt, ever be forgotten before God. I feel the answer to prayer every day.
Am just home from Sunday School; six hundred and eighty-five present; the Holy Spirit was there also. Pray that the Lord will bless me in the work. Pray for my assistant officers, for the choir, some of whom are not Christians. Pray, too, for L. M., a young lawyer, almost persuaded, and for C. A. Pray, too, for Mr. S., who” can’t quite come; ‘* he knows the way. These three I am very anxious about, but many are seeking the kingdom, and I believe these will yet be saved. Jesus seems very precious to us in our home; we talk of the Lord, and 1 love to feel as if He were one of our family — really our Father.
I meant to tell you all about our new house, and describe Our daily life, how we get up at six; milk our cow, by setting a pail on the back steps with a ticket in it (8c. a quart); shake the grate so the fire starts; make tea, coffee or chocolate, sometimes tea and coffee or chocolate, then buckwheat cakes — good ones — flour from Rome, Pennsylvania, country butter, and beef or veal. The market man comes twice a week and gets our order for whatever we want, and sends a team around with it free of cost. Our fuel is quite a bill; the rent forty dollars; so our living is very nearly one hundred dollars a month — just about the same as boarding, and so much nicer. Then we’ve just bought a P. Annie. Yes, sir, after waiting twelve years, I thought I must have one.
The bell is ringing for evening service, so I must go. Now don’t scold me for waiting so long, nor for writing so much. I am very busy on The Charm, a copy of which I shall send you as soon as out. Phe must have the first, as she named it. Write often. Lou joins in love.
P. P. B.
07 WAsmNOTON Strbxt, CmcAGO, August 4, 1871.
Our darling friend, sweet Mrs. Case,
The image of your smiling face.
With rosy cheeks and eyes so bright.
Seems ever pleading: “Write, do write.”
Since we received your friendly letter,
My darling wife has grown much better;
Enjoys the bliss of bed and table.
But yet to write seems hardly able.
Ah, with what joy would we ’uns greet you.
If at the Normal we could meet you 1
What “shakes,” and “thrills,” what cordial k s.
In case the Cases blest the Blisses.
Of course, we’ll have you at Gustavns’,
But oh, from dusty, long rides save us — ‘To your house?” yes, ’tis our decision.
Provided you have large provision.
This open question I mast pop:
Yon didn’t tell me where to stop.
If at Burghill, or if at Greenville,
Or leave the B. R. at that Mean ville
Where, one cold midnight, I remember,
We were damped out — but then, September
Will be more pleasant. My intention
Now is to have a loud convention.
Good-bye, our love to Mc. and Addie;
Be a good girl and mind your daddie.
B. P. P.
CmoAso, Dec. 8, 187i.
DsAB Fbtekds:
Thought maybe you would like to hear a few words from us.
We have been roaming as usual, only a little more so. For instance, in the last three weeks we have visited Philadelphia, New York, New Haven, Albany, Providence, Boston, and Portland, Maine.
We left Portland Wednesday morning and arrived home late Thanksgiving eve. So we gave our thanks while traveling. We think we have so much to be thankful for. The Lord has been very.good to us, and we have done so little in return.
Oh I did not tell you what we have been doing East. Mr. Bliss has been singing with D. L. Moody in his fire meetings. Mr. Moody is trying to raise money to rebuild his Mission Sabbath School.
We have had a splendid time. You remember how we talked last summer, about going to the Jubilee next spring. It is rather uncertain now whether we can afford it or not; but we shall see.
Are you coming to the Chicago Normal next summer? If so, we shall hope to have you with us some of the time.
We have not much that is elegant here now, but we have the most “magnificent inelegance,” that the world has ever known. It is almost a miracle how the people could put up so many little “shanties” in such a short space of time.
So you see Mac’s folks. Remember us to them. Mr. Bliss says ask if Mr Case opens his conventions with prayer.
That the good Lord may keep you and bless you and yours, is the earnest prayer of your friend,
Lou Bliss.
Remember us to father and mother, brothers and sisters. Don’t forget to write.
Chxgaoo, January 29, 1873.
Dbab Bbotheb C. C. C.:
How is it with thee? And thj darling Annie 6? Just about now you are preparing for Baconsburg, and Mr. Seward.
Do you know mj wife actually proposed — as I have to go East in a few weeks, — that we come to B. and attend your Convention I Had it not been for an impudent Iowa town calling us away the same week, I do believe we’d a been thar I If this reaches you in Convention don’t stop singing* — Go right ou with “The Multitude of Angels” — and at recess squeeze Mr. Seward’s hand awfully for me. Don’t promise him to be at Binghamton this summer all tJie time; come to Chicago some.
Are full of business of all kinds — Conven and S. Sch. — (which means Sunday School).
Mr. Young’s wife’s brother is with us this winter, kind o’ helping round.
How are the dear friends Mac and Addie? Bless their hearts I
Boston Jibulo is rather doubtful since the fire. I’ll tl you, instead of going there, jou all come here and get used to the climate and city before the Normal. I want to see you very much and tell you how we love you I What’a the use keep in’ such things to one’s self all the time? Seems as if our friends are leaving us every day for the “other side.” We must talk fast, the boat is coming.
Love to Pa Williams’ folks. Do your best. Live near the Lord. Farewell.
P. P. B.
Kind Euises:
We wish ye well; /
Lou is lying loosely low I.
Big-eyed Baby Paul prospers,
“Sunshine” smiles soothingly.
“P. P. Jr.” jolly;
“P. P. Sr.” silly I
[N. B. — That last line is composed for the occasion -by Mrs. P. P. Bliss.]
What I mean to communicate is the good news that all is well. Only I have to go to Monmouth Monday for a Convention. I don’t want to leave home one bit, but Brother Hanchett — you remember him — says come. Chicago seems to me very pleasant and friendly, as all the world ever has.
Wish you lived here. Adieu.
I must go and sing to baby. He likes me; you would like him. Come and ee. P. P
CmcAGO, 11, 9« 71.
Deab Bbotheb C. C. C. 0. c. c. c c.
Tour $40 favor received this day.
Blessings on ye both,
race, mercy, peace, joy,
Love, gladness, beauty.
Happiness, cheerfulness.
Comfort, voice, business.
Wife, friends, classes.
Oysters and tight pants
Be yours forerer.
P. P. B. k Co. are, as usual, digging ditties at my desk. Choir splendid. 8. 8. ditto. The Lord’s work going on surely. Wife not very comfortable — hopeful always. A teacupful of love as strong as boneset to each of ye.
Our horse is no better, and now the stove’s got it 1 ‘twon’t draw.
How’s Greeley? Poor man. Hurrah for Black! Why don’t Grant and May write to me? Tell ’em I have a tip of the old elephant’s tusk on my desk and will call it “Mizpah,” if Grant will find in Genesis what that means. Adieu, Adieu.
P. P. B.
CmcAGO, January 15, 1873.
Dear Mother:
May the Lord be very near to you and bless your soul for the sweet, good letter we received to-day. Lou says that ever since we saw you last year, on the hill, and at Towanda, your letters have been splendid; and she never enjoyed a visit with you so much in the world as the last one.
Barling Paul, how you would love himl I just begin to appreciate what you have done for me! He is a nice, fat boy; sleeps and eats well; has a great big head, big blue eyes and indications of light hair. O. F. Young I
Lou says as soon as he can go out you shall have a picture. Warren manifested a great deal of pleasure, more than we expected. He often mentions him in his letters. Warren is still teaching in Southern Illinois, and can stay here in the West as long as he wishes; plenty of business for him.
I hope Willie Jennings will do well; and I can agree with you that perhaps he needs contact with the world and business. God bless him; and the more I can help him and other of my relations, the better.
You will find in a box sent to Towanda, a black dress; have it made “up and down,” to wear to Chicago I Won’t we have a good re-union, when we all get home to heaven? I so want to see Pa Bliss and Reliance-^Jamle, und the blessed Jesus! I
Truth is: the mercy and favor of Our Father in Heaven seem continually shining on us unworthy and unthankful as we are. Oh how we ought to praise and love Him. Help us.
Can’t you and your folks find me some stufl for “Song Tree t”
Don’t go to Boston Jubilee. I don’t believe ‘twill pay.
I’m glad 1 ever knew you.
P. P. B.
12 South Blxsabxth Stbbbt, Chicaqo, May 24, 1873.
Sweet Spirits:
Tried and True, worthy brother and sister. Our partners in the everlasting inheritance. [How thankful ought we to be for such friends !] You speak of friends being convenient — “to pay in advance,” etc. I believe it was. sopie such unimportant matter that kept us from the “Feast — ival” at Cincinnati. But we are soon to have a “Q. B.” in Chicagano. Come and ‘• burst.*
My old mither and sister Jennings are visiting us for a few weeks. Thej both love you as well as they can till they know you better.
Yes, indeed, the Lord has blessed “Sunshine” greatly. Help us to praise Him for it. It’s His book any how, and He should have the praise. No end of compliments for page 10.
The Paul boy is in his usual spirits — gay and blissful. Next Sunday I think, he will put on his best (McGranahan’s) robes and be baptized.
My *’ Joy “is full. Sunday School prosperous, thirty joined the church last Sunday. We are in our new basement. Kate Cameron died last week. Wo Bung her “That City,” from “Joy,” at her funeral. May we all follow her.
Ambx
Lie Mrs. W. J. Crafts.]
CmcAeo, Aug. 7, 1878
Our Dear Sister Sara:
How kind of you to send a full volume of your sweet things when we know, you must be very busy. You are not “our debtor,” neither, indeed, can you ever be; our lives have been made sweeter and richer by your contact, and the oftener you come by letter or by bodily presence, the better for us.
Yes, thank you and your good mother (how we’d love to see* her), the Eye Teaching came. It is a rich thing for me, and must do good. Dr. Vincent is jolly — great and good. Some people are great and good, but can’t be jolly. 1 can’t like them quite so well.
By the way, whence comes the song from which you quote,
Watching and waiting for me t
Bro. Hartley gave it all to me, but I am anxious to know if it is copyright. No, I don’t seem to rest much in hope of seeing a throng of heavenly ones waiting and watching for me — they might be in better business — nor of hearing echoes of my songs there. I want something better. About the best thing in Heaven seems to me will be eternal freedom from sin and Jesus’ immediate presence.
There we shall see His face
And never, never sin.
If we can will write you from Rome, Pennsylvania, where we must leavfl Paul with his grandmother.
We have delightfully cool weather in Chicago this sammer. Are venr much occupied with our N. N. Musical Institute, which is a success.
Good-bye — Bless you,
8 Blissbs
love you much.
Chicago, Nov. 1, 1873.
Bear Phb:
Eight years ago to-day, Towner, Bliss and wife, “Yankee Boys,” arrived in Chicago. How God has blessed us all the way. Seems as if He picked me out from the beginning! He must have had His eye on me and on the work He was preparing for me when we lived on Elk Run. He has helped us so far, and surely He will not let go of us now.
More and more I am praying for one thing — Consecration to Christ. All from Him, all for Him, all to Him.
Aid me by your prayers. May you be a blessing to all and so be always blest,
P. P
Chicago, Last day of ISTS. Normal,
Precious Phriends:
Why didn’t you stay a week with us?. Come back now.
I write on business — Real “State.”
Do you wish to sell your puburban soperty at Ridgeland? I will give you f(I50 a foot for 185 feet 1 Provided you will take 1y feet 1 on Church Avenue at $1500 a foot in part payment. Seriously — help me to be thankful for about $500 extra copyright which came yesterday. God is and has been surprising me with such success. Help me to make it a real success — and not a hindrance to my own and others’ spiritual — which is the real welfare.
My birthday verse is Prov. xxx 9, (beginning with the 8th verse). Please if you have not seen it, let Mr. Case also see the inclosed criticism on N. N. M. I. concert. This is a little pleasanter, but oh,” what difference will there be ?**
I’d rather have a little girl or lx)y smileijn my face and say, “I think you are real good,” which means — though it may be not comprehended — “I think you are some like Jesus,” than to have a column of high sounding praises in every newspaper in Chicago. “The things that are not seen are eternal,” I tell you; “the kingdom of heaven is within,” and let’s you and I get as much of it packed up as possible before we take our long journey. Amen.
I am not forgetting the little songs for you and C. C.
Forty Kisses
♦’ From three
(Chicago, February 7, 1874.
JEAS Mother: v .^
I thank you for the Portage letter. It is a good ond You must have noticed that lately we do enjoy your letters more, than we used to do. You
T»ill l«t the say it — that it seems to us your spirit grows sweeter, and your life more even and calm. It is not surprising that it should be so; for haven’t you and yoar fi lends prayed for it? If we are in Christ may we not all expect to grow moi-e and more like Him? Let us try to live in the Vine and bear fruit to the honor of Bis Holy Name. You may be sure we shall pray for you, and I never can forget that you prayed for me and watched over me many years before I could pray for myself. I love to make mention of praying parents in my prayers and conversation. I feel the strength every day of the early religious training and surroundings — just as a man must be benefited all his lifetime by youthful physical exercise. I am determined the godly ancestry shall not stop with me, but that Paul shall be the subject of much prayer. He shall inherit a good fortune of faith, even if his worldly goods can be tied up in a cotton handkerchief, as mine were when I started for Troy.
Well, we are tired and sleepy to-night The choir, about fifty in number, came in and surprised us last night; brought a big basket full of pop-corn, nuts and candy for their own refreshment, and a beautiful silver tea set, six pieces, tea and coffee pots, cream and sugar bowls, butter dish, and spoonholder, frosted finish and finely lettered B. Cost seventy-five dollars. You may believe we were surprised and cheered. Bless their kind hearts! I don’t know as I shall ever find such a good choir again. 1 told them, jokingly, if I’d known I’d got such a fine present, I might have resigned before I Now when you and Phee come to see us, we can give you better tea, maybe.
Good night, be good to yourself and Phe. Take care of little Phil, and I will remember you in my will. P. P.
Chicago, February 13, 1874.
KoT ov Kontent:
All well. Tried again to splash on to you at Conneaut or Burghill, and couldn’t quite do it. Arrived home last Friday, and the choir had ‘sprised us with a clothes-basket full of pop-corn, nuts and candy for themselves and a set of silver tea things — six pieces — for us. Bless ’em I So much I get for resigning. Who would not be resigned?
I go to Iowa next week, in the region of Br’n Waugh, Rlieam, Turgeson, et (d. Expect a good time. I just tell you we had fi grand, good big convention at Honesdale, Pa., “175” singing “Hallelujah Chorus,” “How lovely are the Messengers,” “In Heavenly Love Abiding,” etc. This was the country of my beginning. — a poor village sing in’ master. Now “the Professah from Chicago” with his accomplished lady, wearing better clothes and more hair, seemed to make a much profounder effect. I hope we were not vain, but we can’t deny a little pride at our success.
Paul Bliss is the blessedest child, fat and healthy, good-natured as — as — his paw, — that’s me.
Oh, 1 am writing some such good songs — of the prayer-meeting order — Qow-a days.
IG
The Lord has wonderfully blessed “Sunshine Songs.” “Calling Now,” I found at Gustavus’, or rather at your house, do you remember? And that like Mac’s “Heaven for me,” has been sung and complimented very much in this country and in England. Bro. Sankey is doing wonders in Scotland, with Moody. Pray for me and my songs. If it does others half as much good to sing them as it does me to write them I am thankful.
To God be all the glory. Our church is to be re-dedicated Sunday. Dohn is to lead the music.
I know not what they’ll do. More sJiowy music was demanded, and I resigned. I must insist on plain music for devotion in public worship. And I can have no sympathy with operatic or fancy music for Sunday.
Pardon so long a letter; but I love you.
P. P. B.
Dear ff” Chicago, Mch. 9, 1874.
Yours received and oh, how good it seems to have such a sister to write such letters. You’ll never know how much you help me. Your sweet patient life — your abiding trust even in the thick darkness — and your earnest sisterly prayers all help me; and 1 don*t know Jiow much, either.
But what an accumulation of prayer must be before the throne for some of us. And then the dear Jesus praying for us — think of that! Earthly friends are good, but what a Friend we have above I Be sure you are remembered by us — but how much better by Him. Oh, surprising mercy 1 to love His enemies, to die to win our love. On His sweet word I’m resting, “I know no safer standi not e’en where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.”
I send a book in your name to W. H. The best book I’ve read in a long time — “Arthur Bonnicastle.” I hope W. H. will succeed. He has the material, if he can only cultivate persistent, steady pluck; if he is not too much like his uncle. My prayers are for him ever.
Lou proposes to send you some things you need, if you will tell. A box worth a dollar or $1.50, wouldn’t cost more’n 28. for express.
She thinks she can buy things here cheaper than you can there. Make out a list from silk dresses down to sewing machines.
I go to Michigan Monday morning. Yours ali he way.
P.P.
Chicago, March 28, 74,
Deab Ma and Phe:
How is it with ye? I have some news to say:
First, I am about to change — in fact, have changed my plan of work. Intending to write and sing Gospel songs in Gospel meetings, instead of Convention teaching. So giving all my time, voice and heart to the cause of Christ. direct, I’ve always wanted to do this, and now I can and must.
Oh! pray that God may use me and bless my songs (His gift) to the winning ot many precious souls. Praise Him continually for selecting me, even me, out of such surroundings, and giving me such honor. You can’t imagine how perfectly happy I am, and Lou too, already.
Major Whittle and I were at Waukegan three days and gained by the Holy Spirit thirty votes for Christ. He, too, has given up all for Jesus’ service, and we shall likely go together a good deal. Pray for us.
Your devoted,
Phil.
Chicago, June 11, 1874.
Mb. and Mbs. Crafts :•
Jude iid.
I was married before I was twenty-one. I pity poor folks who have to wan and wait! Much valuable time is lost by waiting.
But I thank Dr. Vincent for favor received, don’t you? How I wish you would come and see the Blissful family. Why not? We have more room now than when you wore here. Paul would say “De auntie” and “How do unkie.” Yes, I know girls don’t grow old so fast, if married — therefore I wanted you to marry.
Chautauqua? H’m! Michigan is a much beautif uller lake, and as to boat rides, etc., we hope to see some crafts here in Chicago, some day, perhaps a fleet of ’em.
‘Let us hear from you often, please. Who is this W. F. Crafts? What color hair?. What church? Is he rich? Tall and handsome? Good afftjction, too?
Only may he be as happy in married life as has been his and your loving friend and brother, P. P. Bliss.
Maj. Whittle and I are holding meetings, day and night, in the Second Presbyterian Church, South Side.
God is wonderfully blessing us in every way. Help us to praise Him for it.,.
I am preparing a book of Gospel Songs for our special use, and would be right glad to have you send a list of hymns and tunes which have been most successful in your experience. And above all, pray for the book. All the good in it must come from God.
Chicaoo, December 11, 1874
Dear Mother:
I beg your pardon for not sending your $2.00 sooner. I have been away from home and very busy in Gospel singing at Pittsburgh.
Lou telegraphed me Tuesday that she and the boys were both sick; so 1 came home. Will is almost sick, too, I’ve been flying around after a doctor, and got a good nurse. Sophy is a little better, so that she can help Annie, and now I guess we are all a little better.
I can tell you that this Gospel song singing and talking to people about
Christ and His love will be my business after tbie. Everything else is poor business. I am so thankful for what the dear Lord has done for me since last April. Nothing like it. How good God has been to me since first you knew me. Help me to praise Him, and pray for me, as I know you will while you live. Much happiness to you all. Yours truly,
P. P. B.
Galt Housb, Louutille, Kbntuokt, Feb. 16, 1875.
Deab Mother and Mate:
I can’t wait — must tell you that the Lord has done and is doing a great and mighty work here. Thousands and thousands crowding daily and nightly to hear the old-fashioned Gospel of Christ. Three or four meetings daily; 200 or 250 arose for prayers Sunday night. This morning I had a glorious praise meeting in the hotel. ‘Last evening, in the mass meeting in the hall, an immense opera house jammed full — 2500 or 3000 people. Among those who arose for prayer, and went down into the inquiry room with me, and I trust gave her heart to the Lord, was — guess who? My heart is full as I write it — V *»»D*W»*»»! Hallelujah I There is joy in heaven.
If all the meetings had been carried on and only this one result, how richly paid I would have been. Yet hundreds of souls just as precious have been saved, we believe. Oh! how good God has been and how precious Jesus my Master is to-day. I write in V * * ♦’s name, who sends her love to you all, and asks that you and I set apart Sunday, Feb. 28, to pray for her, and to praise the Lord for His goodness.
Of course you will pray and praise for me. It is in answer to your prayers of years ago and to the prayers of him who now dwells in the glory land, that God has chosen me. Not a day, hardly a meeting passes but I think, and can it be that He has chosen me to be an instrument, a vessel in which to carry the water of life to perishing souls? Oh 1 pray daily that I may be a vessel sanctified and meet for the Master’s use.
I must be brief — want to go and call on V * * * and see if she is in the light this morning. Also want to write to Phe and Lou the news. Five meetings for to-day. I sing.
All sick at home last I heard. Will had measles; babies exposed and Lou tired. I hope the Lord will take care of them all. I know He will. Love to all. Joyfully,
Phil.
April 1.
Dear Mother:
I send you papers of the meetings, so I needn’t write you anything of them; only must say ’tis a glorious calling to be a messenger for such a King and to carry such tidings, and to see so much success.
Oh! pray for me while you live, and rejoice with me that God has set such honor upon me. Pray that I have two things, — power of the Holy Spirit and a hamble heart.
Love to all the dear ones. I expect to come East — Syracuse, New York State Sunday School Convention, June 8.
Your happy boy,
«W W. Monroe, Chicago. P. P. Bliss.
Dbar Sister Phb:
Very pretty poetry you sent me. Where did you get it? The subject, •’ Hope,” has always been my motto, and the Christian’s hope! It seems to me that I can see Pa now, as he used to stand up in the little old school -house and tell his friends and neighbors of his hope, which was like an anchor to the soul, both sure and steadfast; “or, his hope finally to come off conqueror — “yea, more than conqueror through Him thlLt loved us,” or he hoped we would all “be up and doing,” and hoped we would all meet him in “the bright mansions Jesus has gone to prepare.” Oh I how dark the world would be without “Hope.”
Take fast hold of the promises — those blessed promises. “If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you,” etc. Let’s not forget who said this; and won’t He come? We may forget our promises, but Jems never. We may get tired waiting, but He will come and “receive us.” Oh! be ready; and when I get to thinking about it I can’t help saying —
How long, dear Savior, oh, how long
Shall this bright hoar delay? etc.
Sing that as Pa and Ma used to, on a Sabbath morning, to the tune of Northfield, and think of me.
I hope we are getting nearer the kingdom, — making some little progress in Divine life; not as much as could be wished; but do you remember Gideon’s band in Scripture, “faint yet pursuing.” Oh, trust in the Lord, as Job says, “though He slay me yet will I trust in Him.” Lord, give us all such trust, and save us through Christ our Redeemer. Amen. P. P.
I believe we should think of Jesus when we pray, as a dear friend really listening to us and ready to aid, not as some great power to be dreaded. So let us come with boldness, liberty, freedom, believing His word and hoping in His mercy. He likes to have us come in earnest, as the poor blind men came, saying. “Lord, if Thou wilt,” and then He is ready to say “I will.
Chicaoo, January 9, 1876.
Dbar Mother:
Happy New Year 1 What different circumstances the different years bring us. Where and how were we in 1866? And January 1, 1856, 1846, etc. This Is, on many accounts, the best and happiest New Year we ever saw. I cannot begin to recount the mercies of the past, nor do I appreciate the blessings of the present. I can only say, “The Lord is my Shepherd;” then 1 am His sheep, and because He cares for me I desire to live for Him. Amen.
We are all quite well. Paul and George are a little bad-coldish, but so as to eat and sleep; Will and Lou ditto. I came home from Milw&ukee last night; have been there six weeks. T)ie meetings for the past week have been greatly blessed. Many professed to accept the Gospel. Praise the Lord. Dear Bro. Whittle goes to Racine this week. I shall join him on Friday. Next week we go to Madison, the capital of Wisconsin, and the week after, the 35th, to St. Louis. Please pray for all these places. God will answer. I can testify to you that this life of service to Him who hath bought us is a very delightful one. My cup of joy has always been full, but in these glorious meetings it often runs over; aad I have to-day, Sunday, been at home all day with my family, resting and rejoicing. Lou and I have had sweet communion with each other and the Lord. I am thankful for a wife who can enter into and share the joy of Christian consecration and service. Of course” it is the greatest trial of our lives, so far, to be separated so much,, but it seems to me especially hard for her. My time is so taken up with the meetings, going and seeing, etc., while she is left with the monotonous, every-day duties of home life, and that almost like yours, a widow. But nevertheless, the Lord has given her a -cheerful heart, and she is just as content and reconciled as any one could be; says she would not detain me if she could, and prays, oh, so earnestly, for my success and safety. Again, I thank God for a praying wife and a praying mother. What would I have been but for both? The [iord only knows.
Some talk has been had of our coming to Towanda, but now it looks doubtful, at least for the present. If we go South, as invited, from St. Louis to Mobile, Montgomery, Macon, Savannah, etc., shall probably come around to New York or somewhere to meet Moody and Sankey, in March or April. This is all uncertain, but you can say to all who ask. We do not know. If the Lord approves of the plans, 1 am thinking of coming East about May and remaining till September or longer. Then you may not be at all surprised if on New Year’s, 1877, my letter comes from England.
I have no plan nor wisdom. Where ‘* He leads I would follow.” Pray that “upper wisdom” be given us in all these things.
OwEGO, Tnesday.
liEAR Case, Smack & Co.:
1 meant it, I wish I could be with you. My prayers and best wishes are for you.
In Case we can get home to your concert after next, i. e,, July 28, may I sing my Centennial Gospel Song and have the quartet names on slips inclosed? “Arise and Shine,” not yet printed. Our little «w with you yesterday, only makes us hungry for more. Don’t fail to go to Rome. We must not, cannot let go of you. Please write oftener the coming year than you did last.
I did not sleep a wink last night, went to bed about one. Stage eauie at 3.20. “Great is the Iiord,” and “The Lord is good, a stronghold in the djiy of trouble,” and kindred themes kept running through my mind-and with mj prayers and praises I could not sleep.
We go on to-morrow morning, and expect to get to New York the 25 tU,
Please may we find a love-letter from all of you at Biglow & Main’s, llJ Eaat Ninth Street, New York?
Yours in haste — a crowd of relatives are waiting — Yours as of old
P. P. Bliss.
Lou joins in severest love.
May S, IST6. In regard to your convention, “I pray thee have me excused.” Tku ie the best kind of convention ticket, and I am full of engagements as long as I live Terms: “Whosoever will may come.” Instrument used — ‘* The Sword of the Spirit,” Time — “Now is the accepted time,”
“While we were yet Sinner Sy Christ died for us.” Romans, v. 8.
ACADEMY OF MUSIC.
GOSPEL MEETINGS,
7.30 P. M. each Evening, comnnencing Dec. 21st, 1875,
CONDUCiPED BY
D. W. WHITTLE and P. P. BUSS. Singing by Chorus Choir conducted by P. P. Bliss. Solos by P. P, Bliss.
ADMIT BEAJRER WEDNESDAY EVENING,
In addition to Evening Services, a Noon Meeting will be held at the Acadein j of Music each day from 12 to 1 o’clock, a Bible Reading from 8 to 4 o’clock, and Youtif People’s Meeting ftom 4 to 5 o’clock. Admission free without ticket. Tickets for Evening Services can be obtained without cost, upon application at Wisconsin KewB Co., of Pastors of Churches, or of K Upson, Chairman Committee, Young Men’s Library Booms, at Academy of Music.
I^^= ^J
RoMX, Pennsylvania, May 8, 185 ?i
Deab
Yours received in Chicago. We didn’t stop at Burgville. Put the two babies and two girls in a palace car in Chicago, and left the same car In W&- veriy. New York, for Towanda — our station. You may have heard of Towands before. Some second-class Normal is to be held there this summer; but ‘twont be much of a concern ‘cause mj name isn’t on the eirctUaire,
Print, brother, print with care.
And print “P. P.” on your circulaire.
However I may be induced to smile on you during the term — if you give me my “Choice.” While in Selma, Alabama, I received the information of Towanda Normal, and at once foresaw G. F. R., Mac, and Cases, et al., spending a Saturday and Sunday in Kome — ten miles away — “praise meeting” in our church, etc. More than this, D. L. Moody writes me from Chicago: “I want to see you, and if you will tell me where you will be I will come and see you this summer.” Wouldn’t it be good to have Moody here when you are?
Our boys are pretty well. Paul is a little croupy, running out so much; but George seems better, right away. Wife is somewhat worn and wearied, but all things considered, we were never better off. Wish you were as well.
Love to all the dear Williamses.
Yours till we see you — after that we can’t promise.
P. P. P
Kalamazoo, MiomaAN, November 3, 1876.
Dear Mamma:
Let me give you a good morning kiss and wish you a “Merry November I”
Your last letter was received, I think, and I was glad, of course, as a good boy ought to be.
We have been here two weeks, and about the best two weeks we ever had. Your prayers are being answered, and I am thankful for a mother who prays. I hope my boys will remember with profit the prayers of their father and mother Please to pray for them, and for those who have care of them.
We have been to Chicago meetings some, and sent you papers. Oh I what a privilege to live in these days and to be in any way connected with such a work of grace!
Do you enjoy anything or anybody this winter? How is your health and mind and spirit? Is it well with your soul?
Song of Solomon, ii, 14, is a sweet verse. It is the Lord speaking to UB, His children. He wants us to look up and speak to Him. How good He is. What grace 1 what grace! I send you a song,
Hallelujah, what a Savior I
Mr. Sankey and I are to have a new book in January.
Now I must go to prayer-meeting. Guess you’d better direct to Chicago, Y. M. C. A.
Don’t know how long well stay here, nor where we’ll go next. Anywtierfl with Jesus. Yours and His son.
P. P. Bliss.
JACK AND HIS SON,
Which amounts to Jackson, November IS, 1878.
Dear “Ma:”
This is our last week here; next I maj write you from Chicago. Yours received. I am sorry for your eye.
Do not cry; do not cry.
For I hope it will be better
By and by, by and by;
Wipe it with your little handkerchief,
Do not sigh, do not sigh.
You have eyes worth looking out of,
So have I, bo have I.
Beams and motes are woful bothers.
In your eye, in your eye.
But a bile on yours or others
Is “too high I” — far too high I
1 sent C. W. a box of books, but hear nothing from it. Hope they’ve got ’em.
Thanks for the compliments to my boys. I think you and I have nice sons. I want to see my son P. P. Do you want to see yours? Well wait till about Christmas, if the Lord will. IjOu is making a worsted mat to put on our table. I’ll have to go and get a table.
[Closed by Mrs. Bliss.]
Phil has been called away and his parting words were, “You finish this letter.” The mat he spoke of is made of shaded worsted from a very dark scarlet down to a pink; I think it will be verj handsome. When I was keeping house I never found time for any fancy work, and now that I have a little time I am trying to improve it. We have sold or given away nearly all the things we’had, so that when we go to keeping house again we will have to start all anew. I have kept my bedding, table linen, and silver, and about all the furniture we have is some clothes boxes. So if we ever do get a house of our own, I shall have everything new to start with.
We sent you a paper telling you all about the meetings in Kalamazoo. Whittle and Bliss are being very much blessed in their work. There are many precious souls born into the Kingdom every day. The Lord iaverygoodto us. He keeps our children in such good health, and takes such good care of us. We get pretty homesick to see the boys, but must wait until about Christmas
It is getting so dark that 1 cannot see; so please excuse me.
Hastily yours,
YocK Smallest Dauohtkb.
Pbo&ia, Illinoib, November 80, *7V.
Dbab Mac:
Yours with music came dulj. Thanks. Have onlj time to acknowledge and hope to see you if we come to Rome, Christmas, as we hope to do.
Having most blessed meetings here, — still praying the Lord to send you into singing Gospel songs in Gospel meetings.
Glad you could call on my folks at Towanda; wish I could do as much for you. Wishing you a merry Thanksgiving and a Happy “77,”
Yours as ever,
P. P. AND Lou B.
At the time of writing the above letter, Mr. Bliss turned to his companion and said “Who is there that McGranahan could go with to sing the Gospel?” A few moments’ talk followed, but no one could be thought of with whom he would be likely to go. One month from the date of this letter, Mr. Bliss was killed and these lines are now being added in Dubuque, Iowa; where Mr. McGranahan is singing the Gospel in meetings conducted by the companion to whom Mr. Bliss that day spoke. His prayers are answered.
A dearly loved friend of Mr. and Mrs. Bliss, in sending copies of letters, thus writes:
Jacksonyillx, Flobida, Feb. 28, 1877.
Your letter with regard to the memoir you are preparing of Mr. and Mrs. Bliss came duly to hand. Am sorry I could not have replied sooner.
I am very glad that you have undertaken this, for I think thereby the world will know more of the character of one of the most unselfish, humble Christians I ever knew. One could not know Mr. Bliss well without being the better for it. He has helped me in my Christian life much. I have played for his musical conventions held in different times in Illinois, and heard much of his teaching in music for the past sixteen years, and the same lovely, simple faith has always been very apparent. My first acquaintance with these dear friends was in Warsaw, New York, my home before I was married, where Mr. B. was employed to lead the choir of the Congregational Church for sis months. I belonged to that choir, and under his teaching was made to see more in every hymn sung than I had ever before imagined could be found in them. He was always careful to have every part of the choir’s worship done in the most reverential, thoughtful manner possible. His Master’s glory was always his highest aim. He has had great influence in his convention work, of late years. He always opened the morning session with prayer, followed by some devotional piece of music, which he would always use with good effect; and then a few words would fall from his lips upon the subject which was so near and dear to his heart — the saving of souls — and all eyes would moiaien and hearts were touched in many, many Instances.
1 believe the Lord crowned with His blessing all these words. Mr. Bliss’ pleasant, genial manner made him a favorite wherever he went, especially among the young; so every word spoken by him before the convention was treasured and believed. So he has been doing evangelical work for a good many years.
I have copied only such parts of Mr. Bliss’ letters as might be of some use to you, knowing you will have no time to waste in reading anything else. I cannot let them go without expressing my thanks to you for this generous work you are doing. I, with hundreds of others, will be so glad to have such a memoir. I cannot cease regretting that so many letters which might have been so useful now are destroyed. Our peculiar circumstances of giving up friends and home in pursuit of health called forth many letters, beautiful letters of loving sympathy, ever turning our thoughts to the Great Healer, and always telling of his own great joy and perfect happiness in working for the Master. It was his real, natural life. His father was just such an humble earnest Christian before him.
I have been pained by mistakes made by the press, especially in one case where he was said to have been a Christian for the last six years, and another saying his wife taught him his first lessons of Divine love. She was a loving, faithful wife, but her rich Christian experience was developed under his influence, instead of as the press atated. N. £. M
The following are the letters from Mr. Bliss to which Mrs. M. so feelingly alludes:
Dktboit, MicmeAN, October the JaBt, 1874.
OuB Drab Brother and Sister:
Surely no name is too sacred to represent the relationship, though the many, many miles stretching between us seem to make us very distant relatives. How much you are both in my thoughts and prayers. It is sad to say “good-bye.”
Your penciled note gave us great pleasure, although a portion (” for me ‘*) had been omitted. Surely our past acquaintance warrants the supposition that anything, everything, we may write, will be perfectly understood and gladly received by each other. Never destroy, copy, or restrain anything suggested in regard to any member of the Bliss family.
While this is being written you are being whirled rapidly away, westward, chatting gayly of the aunt-elopes or Buffalo (Bills), plowing snow banks, eating venison, or, it may be, sending back a thought or word to “664,” “Gospel Songs,” “Paul “and his “corner,” etc., etc., while here, in the study of Rev.. Arthur Tappan Pierson, Pastor of the First Presbyterian Church — a mighty man, a perfect scholar and such a genial affinity — these lines aie penned to you thoagli the hour is taken from the noon prayer-meeting. Fbur meetingt a day leave little time for anything else. So this may be regarded as home missionary work!
You will not expect much in this letter concerning Chicago: a very tender feeling is awakened by the name; a gentle “redness of eyes” is induced by thoughts of wife and Paul and George. Yet the mighty question of my dear Master’s business engages with a profound interest my tohole sovl. While the souls of men are dying, and the good news of the glorious Gospel will be BO eagerly listened to, it is no time to hesitate.
Dear Lou is trying hard to say, “Go, and God speed thee,” and her true woman’s nature is being so ennobled and consecrated that, with no less love for me but so much more for the blessed Jesus and His sweet service, her heart has heaven’s own rest of peace.
Morning prayer meeting at eight o’clock, attendance from 100 to 250, led by Whittle, Bliss or some other preacher. Requests by the dozen are read, one at a time, and prayer, silent or audible, offered for each one.
Five persons arose for prayer this morning; groups of six or more remained to talk or pray together. Noon meeting daily at Young Men’s Hall. Whittle leads to-day. Bible reading every P. m., and to-day a children’s meeting at 3; Gospel meeting at 7.30 (prayer meeting at 7); and oh, how you would enjoy seeing and helping on such a work. Incidents? Details? Where to begin, is the only question. Last evening two girls came up to me to “talk religion,” jttst in fun, ‘Twas a painful sight; my heart was grieved — the Holy Spirit, oh, how much more 1 This morning one of them came to prayer meeting and spoke of it with grief and penitence. One of the first families have a “high-toned” girl who hasn’t spoken to her father for three years I She is asking prayer; but we told her this morning, How can you ask prayer? how can you pray with such a heart? Scores are being converted — hopefully, joyfully, Bcripturally converted. Praise ye the Lord.
Two weeks more here; then we go to Pittsburgh. Pray for us there. December or January will probably bring us to Boston, Massachusetts.
Anj’where with Jesus.
You will now be released, as the time for children’s meeting is near. Let us live near the Lord, be happy, trustful, bold, earnest, real Christians. Serve Him who saves us, because we are saved and not to be saved. Your names are in my prayers.
Very sincerely, your brother,
P. P.
MiLWAUKEB, December ao, 1875. Our meetings here are good. All the churches united, crowds attending, and many professing to be saved by believing the Gospel, the gift of God. How I do love to offer it as a free gift and hear the delightful reply, “Why, if my debt is paid, and God says it is, I must believe it or make Him a liar.” “I accept Jesus as my Savior.” “Is tJiat the way to be saved?” “I’ll live for Him who died for me,” etc. etc. No joy in this world like this service.
Mrs. M. introduces another letter with the following prefatory note, and tells us the origin of “When Jesus Comes:”
The following is from our last letter from Mr, Bliss, written a few days before his death. You will probably remember the ride to which he alludes, about the bluffs and cemetery of Peoria. A few years ago while visiting us at Peoria, we took the same places in, in an afternoon drive. It was on a lovely October day; the air was hazy and dreamy, and all nature was clothed in her brilliant fall colors, making the cemetery a most charming picture. We drove slowly, winding about from path to path, now on the hillside, now in the valley, all keeping perfect silence. We all seemed to feel the same quieting influence. As we left the carriage to go into the house, Mrs. Bliss burst into tears. We went into the parlor together, Mr. Bliss going directly to his own room. While in the parlor, Mrs. Bliss told me what beautiful thoughts she had been having of her babe in heaven, (it was the fall after the birth of her first child,) and said she had never enjoyed a ride so mach. All the surrounding circumstances had seemed to make her feel an unusual peaceful resignation to the loss of that child. Before long, Mr. B. came down with a slip of paper in his hand, saying, ‘* Girls, I want to read to you what I have here. See my child that was born of that ride. I have never had more peaceful, enjoyable thoughts than this afternoon.” Turning to me, he said, ‘* Nett, I shall never forget that ride.” Then he read to us, “When Jesus Comes.” I have the same slip of paper now, and I need not say, I prize it.
Rome, Penwptlvania, December 30, 1876.
We are home for a week or so; expect to leave the family all heie Saturday. Probably return to Chicago December 30.
On my table lie the proof-sheets of “Gospel Hymns No 2,” a proposition for a Canadian copyright, and an invitation for Whittle and Bliss to come to London, England, all of which engage my consideration and prayerful thought. I think we may go to England about May 1st. Don’t ask me if I shall leave my wife and boys. Pray for us in song prayer with thanksgiving.
The meetings at Peoria were very satisfactory. All the churches united, and many professed to accept the “gift of God.”
May the Lord give you great peace and rest May all our lamps be trimmed and burning “When Jesus comes,” Oh, how we missed you at Peoria, on our ride round the bluffs, cemetery, etc. I wanted to see “Wib,” but failed.
May the new year bring you abundant blessings.
P. P. Blis*.