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After eight anda half years of married life, a long de- 
sired change came to the little household, and with a new 
joy he welcomed his child. With what hope and happiness — 
he accepted the new promise, those who knew him well 
cannot forget; but the happiness was all too short. “The 
little spirit only fluttered for a while on the threshold of its 
prison-house, and unconscious of captivity took flight for- 
ever.” Writing to a near friend at the time, HupBARD 
says, “God bless you for the interest you took in my boy. 
This is all I can say; for I cannot write of him.” Nor 
will I undertake to speak of his grief. Four years later, 
Mrs. Husparp’s suffering life terminated; and her husband 
was left alone, with only the remembrance of a home. 
As a friend I knew Husparp well, and can bear witness 
to the loyalty and gentleness of his nature. With a gayety 
never bordering on excess, a sympathy never exhausted, a 
kindly tact never forgotten, he was a companion such as we 
rarely meet. Of his help and encouragement to me per 
sonally, I have already spoken; and since I have read the 
memorials entrusted to my care, I see that what he did for 
me he did for many others, each according to his need. 
During the last few years of our colleague’s life, there 
seems to have been some modification, or at least exaltation, 
of the views and sentiments which, perhaps more than any 
others, tend to make each one of us what we are, —I mean 
our sense of personal relation to the Deity. That high 
principle and religious fervor which through his life had 
been a lamp to his feet, showing itself in love to God and 
man, burnt during these later years with a yet brighter 
flame. Perhaps, indeed, it may to some of us seem for 4 
moment to have dazzled his vision, and made the shadows 
which must darken every thoughtful mind seem blacker 
than those ordained by the hand of a loving Father. In 
ea MOA ey ey 
