It was sweet of you to write me that nice long letter. I was athirst for some news of you. Life, as you say, is a big thing. No wonder there comes a season when we shall look around and say, "How shall I enjoy?" - but as in a country that has been visited by the sword, pestilence, and famine, think only how we should help the wounded, and how find seed for the next harvest - how till the earth, and make a little time of gladness for those who are being born without their own asking.I am so glad of what you say about the Latin. Go on conquering and to conquer a little kingdom for yourself there. We are, as usual, getting more that our share of peace and other good, except in the matter of warmth and sunshine. Our common is a sort of ball-room for the winds, and on the warmest days we have had here we have found them at their music and dancing. They roar around the corners of our house in a wintry fashion, while the sun is shining on the brown grass,