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Saffron Walden for two years. I resolved in my mind that for the 

 remaining Sundays, I would go with my friends to the little 

 meeting in Fore Street, St. Marychurch. Many years before, whilst 

 paying a visit at Clifton to an old friend, we had together attended 

 the Church led by Mr. George Miiller, of the Orphanage, Bristol, 

 whose principles were those of "Brethren;" and on another 

 occasion I had been the guest of Sir Alexander Campbell at 

 Exeter. Their views had taken considerable hold on my own 

 mind, and made a strong and lasting impression. Thus, I was 

 prepared, even after the lapse of many years, to attend like meet- 

 ings with pleasure and profit ; especially as they were led by one 

 so able, so intelligent, and so spiritually minded, as was Mr. Gosse. 

 On September 3, i860, I left Torquay, as I supposed finally, 

 and returned to the house of an uncle and aunt at Frome, as to 

 a temporary home. I took leave of my friends at the Cottage, 

 and of Mr. Gosse and his son at Sandhurst, after a most pleasant 

 stay of eight months. However, as God had planned it, on 

 September 6 I had a letter from Mr. Gosse, proposing and urging, 

 in strong terms, that I should become his wife. This certainly 

 was no little surprise to me. However, after a week or two of 

 consideration and consulting my friends, I accepted the offer of 

 his hand. 



On the 2ist he came to Frome to visit me. We were married 

 at Frome on December 18, i860, and came direct to Sandhurst. 

 I see our marriage noted in his diary, date December 18 : "I 

 was married at Zion Chapel, Frome, by the Rev. D. Anthony, 

 to my beloved Eliza Brightwen ; and after refection, we left by 

 train and got to Sandhurst about nine." It had been fine in the 

 morning, but by the time we arrived at Sandhurst a deep snow 

 had fallen ; and the next morning, geraniums and other plants, 

 carefully stored, were all drooping their heads and almost killed. 

 So ends this memorable time. I had a hearty welcome from my 

 dear little stepson, of whom I had already seen a good deal, and 

 who was warmly attached to me. My beloved husband and he 

 made me quite at home, telling me many of their old traditions 

 and amusing family stories, with much fun, and we had quite a 

 merry breakfast. I soon found out that Mr. Gosse had a good 

 deal of humour and fun when quite in the intimacy of his home, 

 notwithstanding that to his circle of friends and neighbours he 



