The life and professional career of Emma Abbott . Ts, when from the rising to thesetting of the sun winds moan and sigh, and the rain beatspitilessly upon the wrecks of beautiful Summer, that lie every-where in view. So there are hearts and hearts. Some like the April day,that smile through tears, and weep through smiles ; some socold that no phase of suffering or woe can penetrate their frigiddepths ; and yet others, who weep and sigh their lives away,complaining that their burden is heavier than they can there are hearts like a day in June ; whose sunshine pene-trates the nooks and
The life and professional career of Emma Abbott . Ts, when from the rising to thesetting of the sun winds moan and sigh, and the rain beatspitilessly upon the wrecks of beautiful Summer, that lie every-where in view. So there are hearts and hearts. Some like the April day,that smile through tears, and weep through smiles ; some socold that no phase of suffering or woe can penetrate their frigiddepths ; and yet others, who weep and sigh their lives away,complaining that their burden is heavier than they can there are hearts like a day in June ; whose sunshine pene-trates the nooks and alleyways of life, and whose influences,like the perfume of flowers and carols of birds, gladden allaround. Such a heart was Emma Abbotts. Those who came intoher presence were cheered. No matter what her own grief, shehad words of sympathy and consolation for the sorrows of herfriends. From her earliest childhood she displayed the warmheart and sympathetic nature which, in later years, prompted. H. C. md Lizzie Abbott Clark. Abbotts Faith in God and Man. 177 the annual expenditure of thousands of dollars in helping oth-ers. She had been poor in purse, but was always rich in sym-pathy and generous impulses, like those which impelled her inher will, to provide first for her family, and a few dear friends ;then set aside many thousands for the public, and best organ-ized charities of the city she called home. Her hopefulness was infectious. No matter how gloomy onemight feel, or what the cause of ones sadness, an hour withher was like getting out of a chilly, damp air, into the warmsunlight. Before her joyous laugh, her witty speech, and heraffectionate manner, all dark hours were forgotten To this phase of her character her husband attributed muchof his success. Heoncesaidto me, -The reason we gel alongso well is that Emma never gets blue, or down-hearted, when Iam. Sometimes she worries, as all women do, but if thingsgo wrong with me, let her once find it out. and when I come
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