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2 Berwick on Tweed, not very far from your own Dunbar, we had many a chat of bygone times and places He had been in Berwick
and it must have been about the Christmas time, for he heard the Waits and could remember the tune they played: it brought
the tears to my eyes so well did I remember it too, and what a peculiar delight we children had in listening to the wind?
-like music. He was fond of my children, especially Henrietta, and always spoke of her to me as the Lord's lamb. Seldom a
day passed without one (sometimes 3 the three) going in to read a Chapter and sing a hymn. And no matter when, or at what
time they went in, they were always sure of a hearty welcome, and his face fairly beamed as they sat round his table reading
verse, and verse about, he pausing now and then to explain something. those were happy days: they will never forget them.
Often they took him a bunch of wild flowers; he was pleased to get them; saying he loved the flowers for God made them. I
have read with much interest the sketch of your life, much in it brings your good father to my mind. I also read a short sketch
with quotations from your writings