what an unspeakable comfort the communion of Christians is; how the feeling that we were all commemorating the birth of the same Saviour, with the same rites, and on the same day, brought us all together, even at the distance of half the globe. One part of the service was entirely thrown away on me. I beg to observe the Psalms, as usual, did not agree with my complaint. ‘Hearken! oh daughter, and consider; incline thine ear; forget also thine own people, and thy father’s house.’ I never think David quite understood what he was writing about. The more I hearken and consider, the more I feel that my own people and my father’s house are the very points I never can forget. I never thought so much of them before. Last Christmas we were at sea; this Christmas in Bengal; the next I suppose at Allahabad; and so on till we have a Christmas in Egypt, and the next to that at B Hall.
I want to go home, please.
My health has come to again. I have stayed at home quietly, and escaped two nights at the theatre; and we have had no time for dinners;
