Yes, I am sad, as we all are.

Would that I could comfort you, and keep all sorrow from your life.

Nay, that is not a right wish, for 'whom the Lord _loveth_ He chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom He receiveth.' 'As many as I love I rebuke and chasten.'" "Yes, papa, those words make me more than willing to bear trials.

But oh, how dreadful, how dreadful, to know that our countrymen are already engaged in spilling each other's blood!" "Yes, that is harrowing enough; but that it should be also our near and dear relations! Elsie, I am thinking of my young brothers: they are not Christians; nor is my poor old father.

How can they bear the trials just at hand?
How unfit they are to meet death, especially in the sudden, awful form in which it is like to meet those who seek the battle-field.
Daughter, you must help me pray for them, pleading the promise, 'If two of you shall agree.'" "I will, papa; and oh, I do feel deeply for them.