Memoir of Mary L. Ware, Wife of Henry Ware, Jr.Hall, Edward B. (Edward Brooks)
Religion
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
"It was necessary to bury her immediately; and thus is this
family entirely broken up, in the short space of three weeks,
by the death of both its heads. She left her children to my
sole direction and care, and the settlement of all their
affairs, so that I have still much to do, beside the care of
the sick child. His grandmother is almost worn out with it, and
left his mother's death-bed only to nurse him. I have now
stolen away from him for an hour to visit this deserted place,
and am sitting by the fire in the lonely parlor, without any
other being in the house but the eldest boy of seven, who is
amusing himself by my side, interrupting me now and then by
saying, 'Cousin Mary, you will let me live with you, wont you?'
Every thing is still without, and so strongly is my poor
cousin's voice associated with every thing I see around me,
that it would not require any very strong effort of imagination
to fancy I still heard her blessing me from what is now, I
trust, her abode of peace and joy. But I must not indulge
myself in writing about feelings, for I have much else to say;
but I really think, since the last solemn evening that I spent
alone in the old oak parlor in Pearl Street, I have never felt
so forcibly the mutability of all earthly things; and had I any
one to listen, I could talk all night upon the subject.
"This is by far the most primitive, uncivilized place I was
ever in; I cannot liken it to any thing I know at home, for
even Worthington has lawyers and a clergyman's family to redeem
it; and, moreover, the general inhabitants of our little towns
have more information and education than is to be found in
these out-of-the-way villages, to which the modern improvement
of national and free schools has not yet been extended. I am
glad to see all the varieties of life, but under present
circumstances this is a very solitary one. Were it not for the
physician's visits, which he kindly makes every day, I should
live totally without conversation in its true sense. The people
are good and honest-hearted, and treat me as if I belonged to a
higher order of animals,--and this is a novel situation! I am
very free from complaints, and take care not to do more than I
feel able to, and if I am superstitious in feeling that
Providence directed me hither at this time, it is a useful
superstition, inasmuch as it gives me a feeling of security
that I shall be guided and strengthened to accomplish the work
appointed for me. Do not fear, but hope and pray for me.
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