You wonder, perhaps, if Catherine ever wrote 'love letters,' as we call
them. She never wrote the foolish and sentimental letters which say a
great deal, and mean very little; but she was able to put her great love
into words strong, intense, and full of tenderness.

'Do I remember?' she asks in one letter. 'Yes, I remember all--all that
has bound us together. All the bright and happy, as well as the clouded
and sorrowful times of our fellowship. Nothing relating to you can time
or place erase from my memory. Your words, your looks, your actions, even
the most trivial and incidental, come up before me as fresh as life. If I
meet a child called William, I am more interested in him than in any
other. Bless you. Keep your spirits up, and hope much for the future. God
lives and loves us, and we shall be one in Him, loving each other as
Christ loved us.'

William Booth and Catherine Mumford were married in London, on June 15,
1855; and here are a few lines from the last letter she wrote to him
before the engagement was ended, and the long thirty-five years of happy
married life began:--

'I long to see you. Your letters do not satisfy the yearnings of my
heart. Perhaps they ought to. I wish it were differently constituted. I
might be much happier. But it _will_ be extravagant and enthusiastic
in spite of all my schooling. If I ever get to Heaven, what rapture shall
I know! No, there is no fear of our loving each other too much. How can
we love each other more than Christ has loved us? And this is the
standard He has given us. What a precious thing is the religion of Jesus!
It makes our first duties our highest happiness. It has the promise of
the life that now is, as well as of that which is to come. We will spend