Here I am again in my little room, a few minutes allowed me to write. I am asked for, and taken from one place to another would to God I could feel I was doing some good; do I not pray aright: I would willingly humble myself perform the most menial offices for any one, I say constantly send me to the poorest, I will go anywhere, do anything. I am willing to wait on colored people, as well and faithfully as on white. if I can only see them get well. Mr. Johnson is the name of the gentleman who came for me. I went out on the cars. found the place readily; Mr. J. wanted me for his mother in law Mrs Morrow. The family had moved from their house in town, out here, to be out of the way of the fever, had brought only what was thought to be necessary for a few weeks.- But the first one taken was Mrs Johnson who had not been out- side outside the gate. She died in less than fortyeight hours. then a younger sister died, the mother was bowed down with grief. She took the fever. and before I reached there in the afternoon another daughter. about 16. was also down. There were two sons. young men, one just recovering, . the other still up and about: Mr. Johnson and I sat up with the sick ones that night.- in the morning a colored nurse was obtained to help me. She was willing: but had so much sulphur assafedtida . etc etc . besides the pure African scent that neither mother, nor daughter, could bear her around them: This family was much attached to each other: when I staid with Mrs Morrow: a few hours. she begged me to go to Jennie. her daughter. then if I did anything for Jennie she would say. you wait on me so nicely: now I'll be still if you will go and wait on mother; Such self-forgetfulness. in this fever was rare; The Doctor, a relative of one of our Houston Doctors, was very at-tentive attentive . a creole nurse was sent. She was a good nurse I got along with her very well. (Some of the nurses were unbearable, did nothing but find fault with every-one else.) She waited on Mrs Morrow, I waited on Jennie; I loved them both as soon as I saw them and waited on them accordingly: At breakfast table Mr. Johnson asked a blessing. I can't tell how sur- prised I was. I had lived such a hap-hazard sort of a life. for the last few weeks. I hardly knew if I was in a Christian country: or indeed if I was in this world or in another. Jennie was very ill. how she suffered; She perspired. but her head ached fearfully.- on the third day her head ache ceased, but the temperature was not lowered. the thirst continued. I had seen these symptoms before and feared the worst. O what is this hidden fatal chem- istry chemistry , that works inwardly, silently turning every- thing everything to death, that silently gnaws the vitals and writes the Death warrant, not in red like the laws of Draco. but with just as sure destruc- tion descruction . its warrant is written in black. black as midnight. the pure ice water is turned to ink color in a few minutes: I slept a few hours as I got a chance. as did the creole. Almira. Thursday the other brother was taken: Everitt was convalescing.- Friday night Mr. Johnson said he would watch. I looked too tired: I told him he was just as badly off. but we neither of us could bear to leave her.- I said "I will take this rug. and sleep on the floor in the room. you can then call me if necessary.-" Jennie was then taking a little wine and water. she was so weak. She said to me in the day. "hold me what makes me tremble so." She then was showing symp- toms symptoms of black vomit. I slept soundly on my rug till midnight. I was called by Mr. Johnson. I jumped up so suddenly. I fell over on my hands. but I was awake. the bed was as if several bottles of ink. had been thrown around, I threw my arms around her exclaiming my darling, has it come to this, I cannot describe how dreadfully I felt, I had so prayed for Jennie's life. was it aught that I had done that God would not hear me.?- Sweet Jennie Morrow her lovely features were distorted, her fair skin was changed to a brazen tone, I laid her down , and in that strange look this disease gives its victims. no one would have recognized the lovely girl. Mr. Johnson exclaimed, "Is it possible this is our Jennie." She had begged so that the wind might blow on her. now I opened the window near her bed, but she shrank from it. Almira came in just as I closed it; She said "why do you shut that window she's not dead" I replied; "I see she does not like the cold wind" She continued at the hospitals; they put them out in the cold wind when there is no longer any hope. then they die quickly. I shuddered as I thought of it. they died fast enough nei- ther neither do I think the creole would have done it. for she was. kind to her patients. That I should serve Jennie so, was far from my thoughts: I knew. it had been done, but did not attribute it to so unworthy a motive. Jennie was now insensible and we knew that the Doctor had given the mother up the night before, though he still tried every remedy possible by morning both began that hard breathing and screaming, the sure forerunner of Death. Jennie threw up quantities of black vomit which the mother did not. a narrow hall separated the two rooms. The creole nurse said that they pant like two race horses; a race for life indeed it was, who should reach the end of their mortal career. and enter the pearly gates first. The youngest went first, the mother soon after. not knowing what calamity had befallen her; but to her now it was a blessing. would she not be surprised to find her darling in the spirit land before her? Both mother and daughter recovered their sweet look in death. Almira and I dressed them both nicely Mrs Morrow in black. Jennie in white. The colored people always wanted extra pay for laying out the dead, but when they found I would do it, they would help me: Two hearses came up one white, the other black. And these two lovely women, who in other days would have had a crowd of mourners around them, were dressed by stranger hands. and laid silently away.- Everitt knew his loss, but for his brother's sake (who is now at the worst stage of the fever.) he kept quiet. this silent suppressed grief how terrible it is, I daily see persons with colorless faces. and dry eyes. I know they have lost all that makes life worth living for. but hearts are turned to stone and eyes refuse to weep. Mr. JhoJohnson and I walked over to Elmwood; were there before the hearses as they had to go some distance round.- The graves were close together: and there were the two new- made newmade graves of the other children, thus in life they were beautiful, and in death they were not separated; In going to the funeral I first noticed the monument to Mattie Stephenson; I had never before heard of the youthful martyr, how many this time braved the pestilence unacclimated! No service was read, but as we turned away Mr. Johnson repeated the words, "I am the resurrection and the life" it was an echo of my own thoughts, a young lad Willie Graham, a friend of the family. rode up, he had lost is mother two weeks before; The moon rose. before we reached the house again. I found it was too late to go to town, so stretched myself on the floor to sleep. I slept that heavy sleep that the weary, and heartsore sleep. I was covered with blankets but a window was open. this morning when I woke I was stiff. There were beds enough in the house, but so many had been sick, we had taken two spare cots to lay out the dead on This morning is the Sabbath I reported at the Office. and at ten o'clock Col Edmondson is to take me out to a family 5 miles in the country. I have heard much of Col. Edmondson being so very kind to the sick. and afflicted but have never seen him.