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AU Harris, Joseph Hastings - 1894-11-15 letter to Bertha Elizabeth LambertEntry/Object ID
1990.1.8Scope and Content
Letter from Joseph Hastings Harris (Belpre, Ohio) to Bertha Elizabeth Lambert (Plantsville, Ohio), 15 November 1894Context
[Belpre, O, to Miss Bertha Lambert, Plantsville, Ohio, "Morgan Co."]
Belpre, Ohio.
Nov. 15, 1894.
Miss Lambert
Plantsville, O.
Dear Bertha:
I am thankful for the opportunity this evening affords of thus addressing you.
While my surroundings are not conducive to centralized thought, yet in conversing with you I shall be quite interested.
I might state, “much to your horror,” that I have attended two dances this wk. that is I was in the same house; there is one going on now in the rooms below. Of course it is very unpleasant for us but such is boarding-house life and we have to endure many such things.
The weather has been quite severe for brick-work and we have been somewhat delayed, but if the weather is moderately fair we will finish the work by the latter part of next wk. when I hope by your permission to see you face to face. I can set no definite time when I shall come home, but presume you will be at Alva's.
My intentions are to get to Ada as soon as possible, but think best to tarry at home one day at least.
The U.B. are organizing a class here. I heard their minister preach last Sab. afternoon. We attend the M.E. S.S.
I believe you did not state when your winter school would commence. Your speaking of school work being so pleasant instead of monotonous brings to my mind very forcibly the thought “that it is the purpose in view that gives to the act its nobility.” I believe we lose much of the sweetness of life by failing to act upon this principle.
Was much pleased to learn of the success of the Y.P.C.U. There certainly is a vast field open for its work.
Your letters arrive here Wed. evening; if you feel like writing so soon as Sunday your letter will reach me ere we are through with our work.
Please do not discommode yourself in any arrangement you may wish to make at the time I spoke of coming home.
It is now 11 O'clock and the noise goes on. Our stay here is short or we would seek another place.
I am convinced that there is no freedom outside the consecrated Christian life. To know that Jesus saves to the uttermost is freedom.
As my fingers are so sore they will not talk plain I close by asking you to remember me at a throne of grace. May the Holy Spirit watch over us and keep us safe is my prayer.
J. H. Harris
