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The Andrew Wylie Family Letters - Indiana University Bloomington

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My wife unites with me with desire to be kindly remembered by you all<br />

Truly yours--<br />

A. H. McGuffy<br />

Miss Elizth <strong>Wylie</strong><br />

*This is William H. McGuffey’s younger brother Alexander who helped William write the fifth &<br />

sixth editions of the McGuffey Readers.<br />

Anderson M. <strong>Wylie</strong> to Elizabeth <strong>Wylie</strong>, <strong>Bloomington</strong>, <strong>Indiana</strong><br />

Holmesburg June 19 th 1855<br />

My dear Sister,<br />

I am now seated in this quiet little place & in a still more quiet room. <strong>The</strong> contrast with<br />

the bustle & noise of the city is very great; and the very stillness is painful, but is a great relief to<br />

feel once more as if the world is not to swallow & absorb every thing of retirement, reflection &<br />

spirituality. My only apology for not writing sooner is, that my time before leav ing the city was<br />

so much absorbed.<br />

Early this morning I came up, and moving has been uncomfort able as it has been raining<br />

quite hard & has been very cool.<br />

My dear sister yesterday I received the copies of those sad letters. <strong>The</strong> information is<br />

painfully indefinite, for day after day have I been looking for particulars, & expecting the melancholy<br />

pleasure of a minute & accurate account of the last moments of that dear brother whom I<br />

can scarcely realize has left our midst for ever. One & another is taken away & we are all rapidly<br />

following in the pathway to the tomb. Oh, then does it not become us to be watching that when<br />

the Son of Man cometh he may find us prepared with our lamps burning, to go into the “marriage<br />

supper of the Lamb!<br />

<strong>The</strong>se are sad, sad but great & important lessons & we should know, that in the merciful<br />

Providence of God they are for our eternal good, for “He doth not willingly afflict the children of<br />

men.” Oh that we could fully feel & realize this, then indeed would we be happy & rely on the<br />

Providence of God in all things for time & all things for Eternity.<br />

It is a fearful fearful mistake & delusion to depend upon our mortality to save us; for, “all have<br />

sinned & come short of the Glory of God.” So long as we remain in perfect obedience to the<br />

law, like the lightening train upon the track, so long are we safe, but the instant we sin, we are<br />

hurled from the way of safety & depending upon ourselves we will be dashed in pieces. Painful<br />

as it is to say--any other plea but that of morality, -- Ah, any other plea in the wide universe --<br />

Love every body everything, but God -- Serve every body--serve any thing, but God. Better, far<br />

better, had it been for us had we possessed no more feeling than the very stones in the street, or<br />

had enjoyed no better opportunities than the darkness of heathendom; than to live in the careless<br />

neglect of the constant & oft repeated calls of God’s Spirit. God in His mercy grant we may no<br />

longer live deaf to His calls & indifferent to His warning Providence. Oh sister tell me why, we<br />

rely upon ourselves, why we hug the burden of our sins, and are almost driven to despair; when<br />

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we can lay hold of an Arm which is mighty & willing to care to the utter most. Strange must be<br />

our ideas of an unchangeable God, if we for a moment think He will compromise His mercy and<br />

justice for such worms of the dust as we. Our ideas of justice & mercy of man to man are very<br />

different from this; and yet the confidence we exercise towards God we would scorn to exercise<br />

towards our fellow creature, who like ourselves is sinful & has a heart which is deceitful & above<br />

all things desperately wicked. Is this a strong picture--it is truth if God is truth; & can we, dare<br />

we say any living being has a good heart. If we could see & know our hearts as God does, we<br />

could not see them & live; for we would be driven to despair such as none could feel & live.<br />

Is the conduct of that excellent man ever objectionable in the smallest degree, then be assured<br />

his heart is infinitely worse. Can we think of this for a moment and then not feel the startling<br />

necessity of a savior,--a savior who on the simple principles of justice has met & answered the<br />

claims which would have fallen on us. Has there been such a savior! Think! If so why do we<br />

not acknowledge him. If we were to see the exercise of such ingrati tude in man, we would stand<br />

amazed & be the first to decry its heinous character, and condemn the ungrateful one. Are we<br />

con vinced of God’s love? How then do we feel towards Him? If we feel not we know where to<br />

go for a blessing & we need no prepara tion, else we would save ourselves? Let us beware of selfright<br />

eousness--the rock on which so many are broken.<br />

Hoping and praying that God will support mother, you and all in every trial & bless to us all this<br />

sad dispensation of His Provi dence I commend you to Him & His Grace. Your affect brother<br />

A. M. <strong>Wylie</strong><br />

I will write soon agin & speak of my plans &c when I feel more as if I can do it. do write soon &<br />

tell me all & how much I desire your safety & welfare will lead me to know more of your trials.<br />

-- <strong>The</strong> enclosed letters I received a day or two since. Tell Jane to write me soon, my dearest love<br />

to all--to bro’ <strong>Andrew</strong> & sister Carry<br />

A. M. <strong>Wylie</strong><br />

Direct as last summer -- Holmsburg Philadelphia<br />

<strong>Andrew</strong> <strong>Wylie</strong> Jr to Redick M. <strong>Wylie</strong>, <strong>Bloomington</strong>, <strong>Indiana</strong><br />

Saint Louis July 7 th 1855<br />

Dear Brother<br />

I have no doubt that Carry wrote you all, an account of our journey from <strong>Bloomington</strong> to<br />

Chicago. From Chicago I went to Ogle Co. Ills. and had my business all satisfactorily arranged<br />

there. <strong>The</strong>nce I went by railroad to Burlington Iowa. It is only about 12 hours run between the<br />

places. I have purchased the undivided half of about 1100 acres of land about 13 or 14 miles from<br />

Burl ington, and went out to examine it. It is as noble a body of land as can be found in the state,<br />

well timbered, and plentiflly watered by springs that never fail, lies high and rolling, has plenty of<br />

first rate rock upon it, and as rich as land can be. Above all it is remarkably healthy; no fever and<br />

ague near it, and has one of the finest medical springs that I ever saw or tasted, flowing in a stream<br />

as thick as my arm. I bought my interest from Mr Withers who purchased from the Government<br />

15 years ago. <strong>The</strong> other half is owned by a gentleman in this place, and I would like to get that<br />

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