13/17 When I behold this beautiful well-kept farm, I see its wide, extending fields, its running brooks, its whitewashed fences, its excellent buildings, in the burning of one of which our brother met his death--when I behold these things, I say, I am made to exclaim that God hath blessed him in basket and store. In the death of our esteemed brother the home is the loser. It loses a considerate father and an efficient bread-winner. I am told that he was a public-spirited man. |