Centre Democrat

Thomas Hood and His Wife.—I never was anything, dearest, till I knew you—and I have been a better, happier and more prosperous man ever since. Lay by that truth in lavender, sweetest, and remind me of it when I fall. I am writing warmly and fondly; but not without good cause. First, your own affectionate letter, lately received—next, the remembrances of our dear children, pledges—what darling ones!—of our old familiar love—then a delicious impulse to pour out the overflowings of my heart into yours—and last, not least, the knowledge that your dear eyes will read what my hands are now writing. Perhaps there is an after-thought that, whatever may befall me, the wife of my bosom will have this acknowledgement of her tenderness—worth—excellence—all that is wifely or womanly, from my pen.—Memorials of Hood