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The Life of Marie Moulton Graves Hopkins
Beloved Wife of John Henry Hopkins
And The Story of Their Life and Work Together

By the Reverend John Henry Hopkins, S.T.D., D.D.

Written at Grand Isle, Vermont, A.D. 1932 and 1933.

Privately printed, 1934.

Chapter I. The Beginnings: Burlington, Vermont

Chapter II. California--New York--Burlington--Our Wedding

Chapter III. New York City: Calvary Chapel

Chapter IV. Chicago: St. James' Church

Chapter V. Atchison, Kansas: Trinity Parish--Our First Parish and Rectory

Chapter VI. St. Joseph, Missouri--Our Second Parish and Rectory: Christ Church Parish.

Chapter VII. The Return to Chicago--Our First Parish: The Church of the Epiphany--The Chicago Women's Auxiliary--Our European Trip

Chapter VIII. Closing Years at the Church of the Epiphany, Chicago--Marie's Literary Work, and her Building Enterprises at Grand Isle, Vermont

Chapter IX. The Fifth Missionary Department

Chapter X. At the Church of the Redeemer, Chicago: Our Fourth and Last Parish--Our Third Rectory--Building of the New Rectory

Chapter XI. At the Church of the Redeemer, Chicago: The New Parish House--The Hawley Memorial Chapel--Marie's Health Begins to Break--Our First Long Vacation

Chapter XII. Afternoon and Twilight




In Our First Parish
Atchison, Kansas, 1894

 Our Silver Wedding Photograph


How should these memoirs be written? In the third person, or in the first?

This paramount question faced the writer at the outset.

He recalled a facetious comment which caught his eye in his early years. A well known General of the Northern army had announced that he would write a history of the American Civil War. "The price of steel rails will rise," remarked the commenting friend. So, to steady the steel market, the third person was chosen for the first two-thirds of this, the author's first attempt at book making. He slipped into the first person, however, for the remainder, merely in the interest of variety.

Here and there, all through the book, he has followed the unquestionable example of St. Luke in "The Acts of the Apostles," by an occasional "we" passage, for all of which he craves the indulgence of kind friends.

This little volume, the life story of Marie Moulton Graves Hopkins, is at once an expression of gratefulness to God, and an effort to endow her memory. It has been published as an humble gift to many of her friends. All that the amateur author asks, as he expresses his thanks to any friend who will read it, is that such friend may please offer a prayer for him and for her. She was very fond of the beautiful "Gladstone Prayer," which is printed on a following page in the form selected in publishing a special edition of its rich and devotional petitions.

J. H. H.


A Prayer for Her

O Lord, the God of spirits and of all flesh, in Whose embrace all creatures live, in whatsoever shape or condition they be: we humbly beseech Thee for her, whose name and dwelling-place and every need Thou knowest.

Lord, vouchsafe her pardon and peace, joy and consolation, strength and refreshment, in Paradise: in the companionship of saints, in the Presence of Christ; in the ample folds of Thy great love.

Grant that her life may unfold itself in Thy sight, and find sweet employment in the spacious fields of eternity.

If she hath ever been hurt or maimed by any unhappy word or deed of any of us, we pray Thee of Thy great pity to heal and restore her, that she may serve Thee without hindrance.

Tell her, O Lord, we pray Thee, how much we love her, and miss her, and long to see her again.

And if there be ways in which she may come vouchsafe her to us as a guide and a guard, and grant us a sense of her nearness in such degree as Thy laws may permit.

May her prayers for us and ours for her blend and mingle before Thy Divine Majesty.

If in aught we can minister to her peace, be pleased of Thy love to let this be; and mercifully keep us from every act which may deprive us of the sight of her as soon as our trial-time is over, or mar the fulness of our joy when the end of the days has come.

Pardon, O Lord, whatever is amiss in this, our prayer, and let Thy will be done, for our will is blind and erring, but Thine is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think; Through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.

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