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KANSAS. 
glance the eye rested *pon river, forest, mountain and prairie, 
miles and miles distant as well as near, and the last rays of the 
setting sun shed a halo of glory over all. The novel circumstances 
under which we met were touched upon; our leaving the old 
homes among the eastern hills to find a new one in the “waiting 
West,” and the hope which actuates one and all of seeing the 
same institutions flourish here, which make life desirable there. The 
protecting care and guidance of the same kind Parent are still over 
and around us. He provides for us this beautiful temple, “ not 
made with hands,” in which to worship him; and if from our work 
here he calls us home, he offers heaven with its “ eternal man¬ 
sions.” 
Mr. N. was for some years the pastor of a dearly loved friend 
of mine, of whom she often spoke, and in this way he seems to 
me like an old friend. We are glad he has come among us 
with his genial sympathies, his heart warmth, his earnest ways, 
his outspoken words for truth, and his abiding love for free¬ 
dom and the right. We need such manliness among us, in this 
new, unsettled state of things; such men, with unwearying confi¬ 
dence in God, and the humanity of men; with whom the love for 
a distressed brother is more than one’s faith in creeds, and whose 
faith is strong that in doing good to one’s fellow we show our 
love to God. That men are born of the times is an old adage. 
That men, needed for the times, may arise ready for the work in 
Kansas, ministers as well as laymen, men of nerve, of principle, 
“ wise as serpents, and harmless as doves,” is our continual hope. 
Most propitious, as well as most disastrous, in its influences upon 
this territory, will be the effect of the institutions now planted 
here. 
30 th. — More rain has fallen to-day, though the clouds cleared 
away at noon. There has been no day yet, since we came, that 
the sun has not shone. The Sabbath school children from three 
schools are to have a celebration on the morrow. 
Death has again come into our little settlement, and taken one 
of its most loved, most useful members. Since my coming, the 
prattling infant, like the dying away of the summer wind, has 
faded and fal/ en. The bride of a year, with her young hopes still 
