鈥楾he Mission Miss Sahibas should sow well the grain, McClellan had his chance (and to few men is it given to have more than one great opportunity) and again he threw it away. His army was stronger than that of Lee and he had the advantage of position and (for the first time against this particular antagonist) of nearness to his base of supplies. Lee had been compelled to divide his army in order to get it promptly into position on the north side of the Potomac. McClellan's tardiness sacrificed Harper's Ferry (which, on September 15th, was actually surrounded by Lee's advance) with the loss of twelve thousand prisoners. Through an exceptional piece of good fortune, there came into McClellan's hands a despatch showing the actual position of the different divisions of Lee's army and giving evidence that the two wings were so far separated that they could not be brought together within twenty-four hours. The history now makes clear that for twenty-four hours McClellan had the safety of Lee's army in his hands, but those precious hours were spent by McClellan in "getting ready," that is to say, in vacillating. And, swallow'd in the Ocean of his Love, Lincoln's correspondence has been preserved with what is probably substantial completeness. The letters written by him to friends, acquaintances, political correspondents, individual men of one kind or another, have been gathered together and have been brought into print not, as is most frequently the case, under the discretion or judgment of a friendly biographer, but by a great variety of more or less sympathetic people. It would seem as if but very few of Lincoln's letters could have been mislaid or destroyed. One can but be impressed, in reading these letters, with the absolute honesty of purpose and of statement that characterises them. There are very few men, particularly those whose active lives have been passed in a period of political struggle and civil war, whose correspondence could stand such a test. There never came to Lincoln requirement to say to his correspondent, "Burn this letter." I wish you were his step-father instead of Mr. Kenyon. Sometimes she would speak lovingly of her friends, and would wish that she could see one and another. 鈥業t is a pity Rowland Bateman is not here,鈥?she said. Also she would give directions for presents to be sent to one and another after her death. On the 27th she sent for Babu Singha, and mentioned particulars as to the manner in which she wished her funeral to be conducted. The boys鈥攈er dear brown boys, as she had so often called them鈥攚ere to carry her to the grave, on a native charpai. No coffin was to be used; and the expenditure might not exceed five rupees. She was of course to be buried in Batala. Nobody was to shed tears; nobody was to put on mourning; and her own funeral hymn, one which she had written quite lately in Urdu, was to be sung. 国产偷拍国产精品网-国产网友自拍 偷拍-国产精品-国产自拍 鈥楽ept. 12.鈥擨 have written through dear Leila my triple thanks for the very elegant tasteful dress and pretty jacket. The cloud I am keeping for Minnie, whom I hope to see back on Tuesday. The women in Batala will be so glad to have the 鈥淪tar鈥?open again. Dear sweet Daisy Key and I will be glad too to have the doctoring in the compound taken off our hands. Some one or other seems to be perpetually ill. Castor-oil and quinine have to be freely used. Happily both are easily procured, especially the first.... Nor is Ambition found, but in the Trees. 鈥楯une 25, 1894. 鈥業 don鈥檛 like it, I don鈥檛; blowed if I do,鈥?said the Sergeant. 鈥業t ain鈥檛 fair on the youngster, it ain鈥檛鈥攖o give him over to that crack-brained old idiot! Why, you may tell she is mad by her talk and her ways. Maybe she鈥檒l fatten him up and eat him; or perhaps she鈥檒l turn him into a Papist or a Frenchman. He shan鈥檛 go.鈥? 鈥楲ater.鈥擨 have come home from church, from receiving the Holy Communion. Thank God, the sheaves are being gathered in! What would dear Henry Martyn not have given to have seen what I saw to-day? So many Natives remained to share the holy Feast, men and women, young and old,鈥攊n our little church there must have been nearly if not quite fifty communicants. I received the Cup from the hand of a Native. I felt the scene quite affecting. It is a great privilege to be in India, and specially now, when the blades are ripening,鈥攖hough, oh, how few in number, compared with the Muhammadans and heathen!