Withered leaves from memory's garland-Abıgaıl Stanley Hanna
Withered leaves from memory's garland-Abıgaıl Stanley Hanna
These
pages were not written for public inspection; but to beguile the weary hours of
indisposition, and present a record of thoughts and sentiments to the eyes of
my children, after my lips are sealed in death.
By
the recommendation of friends, I have decided to submit them to the public.
From
a criticising public I should shrink; but to a sympathizing public I would
appeal, trusting the holy mantle of charity will be flung over my errors, and
my motives appreciated.
I
would take this opportunity to tender my hearty and sincere thanks to my
patrons, who have aided me in this enterprise, not only by their subscriptions,
but by their words of sympathy and encouragement, which have fallen like
sunshine upon my gloomy pathway, warming my desolate heart, and leaving a sweet
fragrance upon the memory, which shall live on and on, through the long ages of
eternity; for beautifully and emphatically has Mrs. Childs said,
"Goodness
and beauty live forever,"
Perhaps
I should apologise for the pensive strain in which I have written, but it has
been in shady places, when the body was suffering from disease, and I felt
almost too weak to breathe. Dear reader, did you ever feel that you were dying?
that there was but a step between you and death? How natural, at such a time,
and in such a place, to contemplate the circumstances connected with the deaths
of dear, departed friends.
Hoping
this may lead some thoughtless one to reflection, I submit it to the
investigation of a generous public.
But
if I fail in this, shall I have written in vain? O, no; it is but a fulfilment
in part of the great mission, "do with all thy might what thy hand findeth
to do." If we have but one small talent we are commanded to put it upon
usury, "that the Lord may receive his own when he cometh."
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