Calendar: 1868-1869 Page 533

THE SCHOOL dfor iLattn &elUr have every day wished to write to you to say thousand things and yet think should not have writ to you now if was not sick of writing any thing sick of myself and what is worse sick of my friends too The world is become too busy for me every body is so concerned for the public that all private enjoyments are lost or disrelished write more to show you am tired of this life than to tell you any thing relating to it live as did think as did love you as did but all these are to no purpose the world will not live think or love as do am troubled for and vexed at all my friends by turns Here are some whom you love and who love you yet they receive no proofs of that affection from you and they give none of it to you There is great gulf between In earnest would go thousand miles by md to see you but the sea dread III translation to £legt'a££f Abide with me fast falls the eventide The darkness deepens Lord with me abide When other helpers fail and comforts flee Help of the helpless oh abide with me Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day Earth's joys grow dim its glories pass away Change and decay in all around see Ο Thou who changest not abide with me fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless Ills have no weight and tears no bitterness Where is Death's sting where Grave thy victory triumph still if Thou abide with me Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies Heaven's morning breaks and earth's vain shadows flee In life in death Ο Lord abide with me