Phrenologists who have examined my head have said:
"How can you, who are such a lover of home be without one?" The very
thing that I was denied caused me to have a desire to secure it to others.
Payne who wrote "Home Sweet Home" never had one. There is in my
life a cause of sadness and bitter sorrow that God only knows. I shall not
write it here. Oh! how the heart will break almost for a loving word!
I believe the great want of the world is love. Jesus came to bring love to
earth.
During these severe afflictions I began to see how little there was in
life. I wondered at the gaiety of people. Seemed like a pall hung over the
earth. I would wonder that the birds sung, or the sun would shine. I
might say that for years this was my experience. I would go to God but
got very little relief; yet I never gave up. It was all the hope I could see
for me. About this time my little Charlien, who had been such a help to me,
began to go into a decline, until she was taken down with typhoid fever.
Her case was violent and she was delirious from the first. This my only
child was peculiar. She was the result of a drunken father and a distracted
mother. The curse of heredity is one of the most heart-breaking
results of the saloon. Poor little children are brought into the world,
cursed by disposition and disease, entailed on them. How can mothers be
true to their offspring with a constant dread of the nameless horrors wives
are exposed to by being drunkards' wives.
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