Memoir of Mary L. Ware, Wife of Henry Ware, Jr.Hall, Edward B. (Edward Brooks)
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Memoir of Mary L. Ware, Wife of Henry Ware, Jr.
Hall, Edward B. (Edward Brooks)
Unitarians -- United States -- Biography; Ware, Mary L. (Mary Lovell), 1798-1849
"The day after Bessy was taken, Jemmy, her youngest child, a
boy of three, fell ill too, and though it was doubtful whether
whooping-cough or typhus had the greater share in his malady,
to the fearful minds of the villagers it was all one and the
same, and the family were thought to be doomed to destruction.
One by one fell off from coming near the house, till I at last
scarcely saw a person except the doctor during the day. This I
did not mind, for I preferred being constantly with my cousin,
and the actual labor of attending her was not great; she took
but little, and all the help which I wished for I had. She
died, however, on the 30th of September, eleven days after she
was taken, and during that time I had never left her, night or
day, except to change my clothes occasionally at my aunt's. I
had watched with her seven nights, and been up part of every
other; for so accustomed was she to my care, that she did not
like to be touched by any other person. I had sent the two
little boys to their grandmother's, and the youngest was very
ill during the whole of his mother's sickness, and still
continues so. My cousin's little cottage was so small, that I
felt unwilling that any one should sleep in it, lest they
should suffer from infection; and often did I sit up with her
alone in the house. I had been so exposed to the disease that I
felt no fears for myself, and I believe this helped to
preserve me, and the good doctor watched me very narrowly. I
could not in a month tell you half the interesting
circumstances attending this trying scene. Her senses never
forsook her for a moment, nor her deep sense of gratitude to
God for the mercies which he had bestowed on her amid all her
sufferings. It seemed to her His immediate providence which had
sent me to them just at this time, and her expressions of
affection and thankfulness were indeed most delightful to me.
It does appear most singular that I should have come just now,
for the fact is, poor Bessy would have suffered for want of a
nurse, beside many other necessaries, had I not been here. Her
mother was fully occupied with the little boy, and her sister
too distant, and of too much importance at home, to be with
her, and the people of the place are too ignorant and
frightened to have been all to her that she required.
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