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
convenient and pleasant associate; living in the next house but
one, I can call upon her at any moment. Something always comes
to me in all situations to prove to me the care which is taken
even of the most insignificant; and surely the whole of my
experience in this place has been but a continued lesson of it.
Indeed, I certainly have great cause of thankfulness, for that
only dark passage in my progress since I left home, trying as
it was, was full of admonition. It showed me a part of the
great plan of creation of which I knew little or nothing
before, a class of beings whose characters, duties, motives,
and views I had never before understood; and above all, it
showed me how perfectly the various links in the great chain of
existences are adapted to aid, and strengthen, and apply to
each other, adding another to the many proofs of the Supreme
Wisdom which formed and governs all.
"The only remnant of my poor cousin Bessy's family is a boy of
just William's age; he was ill at the time his mother died, and
became my immediate charge until his brother was taken sick,
and grew so fond of me that it was long before even his aunt,
whom he had been used to seeing, could make him content to be
separated from me. He is a very engaging child, bright, and of
a noble disposition and temper. The similarity of our
situations was enough to make me feel more than common
tenderness for him, his dependence upon me increased it, and
his strong attachment to me completed it. I think I never felt
so much for a little creature before, and were it not for the
great distance I should have to take him, I never would leave
him behind. I thought he would have broken his little heart
when I drove away, and when I came back his ecstasy was really
affecting; he ran round me, jumped up in my lap, stroked and
kissed my face, as if he could not trust to the evidence of one
sense, and at last burst out a crying, 'Uncle Mady wont go away
again; Uncle Mady live with Jamie every day, wont you, Uncle
Mady?' He had always a trick of calling me 'Uncle.' Do not
think I am made melancholy by all this. I have no recollection
of ever having the same degree of good spirits as I have been
blessed with for the last six months,--I may say nine; and save
my longing for home, I have had no cause to wish any one thing
relating to me different from what it has been. God grant that
I may not be tempted to great presumption! I hope my wishes are
humble, though my confidence may be great.
"May God be with you, my dear friend, and guide and guard, and
bless you, through the year on which we have now entered, and
for ever,--is the earnest prayer of your sincere
"MARY."
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