In the Advocate this week is a letter from N. York signed "Sea Air" and the writer speaks of father. I will copy that part of the letter. "I wish we could all have as good record and happy departure as our beloved brother Wood. Brother Wood apears before my mind's eye as he was twenty years ago; a man full of professional enthusiasm, true to his calling, intolerant of shame, sure of his message to men, unconscious of any regard for the good opinion of the worldly, a true servant of Christ and his people. Any who saw his manuscript sermons of those days will recall the extreme care with which they were written: the analysis most severe, the divisions marked with extraordinary precision, the whole sermon elaborately finished, showing the patience of thought, the clearness of logic, the conscience of truth and expression which characterized the good man. He rises before me today as an ideal man, Christian, minister."

This, I expect, is the last Sunday that I shall spend at home for some time. Tomorrow I expect to leave for Skowhegan where I take a class in music. Every thing is uncertain. I do not even know how many pupils I shall have. The prospect does not look very bright to me. I leave mother unsettled not knowing what she will do or where she will live. I have tried to decide aright but may have made a mistake. Wednesday Mr. Dunton called and asked me if I wanted a school. He said the master of a Brighton district schgrammar school asked him the day before if he could recommend a teacher to him for a fifth class and he recommended me. There was a young lady to whom the situation had been offered but it was not certain that she would accept as another was open to her. Mr. D_ said that he thought it was about an even chance, perhaps a little more in my favor. I suppose if the opening has come before I had decided to go to S_ that I should have taken it but it might not have been best. How much I have wanted father to help me to decide in this matter! It will always be so I suppose. I feel badly about leaving mother and Ella for they are neither of them well. And then I hoped we might keep together as father wished. If I could only leave them knowing that I should be so successful that I could send them enough so that they might be comfortable and not have to worry, I should feel better. I know I ought to trust them to the Lord. I know he is able to save them from the want of anything. Sometimes I feel as if the promises were not for me for my heart is so impure and wicked. But father trusted hHim and said He would care for us. Dear father! I want you so much. For the last three weeks Annie Atkinson has been helping me about the sewing. I do not know how we could have got along without her. The Lord must have sent her to us.