Then he vent to bed.  But he could not sleep; so he got up and wrote a long, rapturous letter to Louise, and another to his mother.  And he closed both to much the same effect: 

“Laura will be queen of America, now, and she will be applauded, and honored and petted by the whole nation.  Her name will be in every one’s mouth more than ever, and how they will court her and quote her bright speeches.  And mine, too, I suppose; though they do that more already, than they really seem to deserve.  Oh, the world is so bright, now, and so cheery; the clouds are all gone, our long struggle is ended, our, troubles are all over.  Nothing can ever make us unhappy any more.  You dear faithful ones will have the reward of your patient waiting now.  How father’s Wisdom is proven at last!  And how I repent me, that there have been times when I lost faith and said, the blessing he stored up for us a tedious generation ago was but a long-drawn curse, a blight upon us all.  But everything is well, now—­we are done with poverty, sad toil, weariness and heart-break; all the world is filled with sunshine.”