Is by our beds of pain;

We touch Him in life's throng and press,

And we are whole again."

--J. G. Whittier.

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[CHAPTER I.--HOME FROM THE WAR.]

The war was over--the cruel, cruel war; and Father and Uncle Howard were on their way home. Children's voices, in every key of joy and thanksgiving, sang the happy news from morning to night. The white, strained look faded from Mother's face, and she became her old, bright self again.