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
During the progress of events recorded in these different letters,
covering the space of a whole winter, we can imagine that some anxiety
was felt by friends on both sides of the water. Communication with
remote towns and obscure hamlets, even in England, was not frequent or
easy; and across the ocean we all know how different was the
correspondence then and now. Accordingly, we find the deepest solicitude
expressed, and painful suspense, in both lands. The manner in which the
English friends write shows the extent of Mary's danger, as well as the
amount of her services and their exalted and tender estimate of her
worth. We are not in possession of as many letters from England,
relating to any period, as we have wished to obtain; and the few we have
we hesitate to use freely, because of their allusions to domestic
incidents and persons who may be still living. But abundant is the
testimony, if we need it, to their appreciation of Mary's character,
warm and enthusiastic their love and admiration. A few sentences we take
from the letters of Mrs. McAdam, the 'Aunt Jane' so often named, to a
friend here.
_October, 1825._ "I have a letter this morning from our blessed
Mary, dated the 3d of October. She has laid her poor cousin in
the grave, after a fortnight's illness, during which time she
appears to have been her sole nurse. I dread she is doing far
more than she can bear. The younger of the two boys left is
taken ill, and she talks of taking him home to nurse him; but I
shall by this post write Miss McAdam to send for her and insist
on her removal. Her life is of so much more consequence than
any which are now left, that I can no longer hesitate. You, who
love her as well as I do, can imagine my uneasiness. Rest
assured, however, that I will keep you informed of every thing.
When she wrote, she said she had so much to do she could not
write home, and begged me to write. Now, my dear friend, all we
have to do is to rely on that God who orders all things for the
best, and to whom I constantly and ardently pray that He would
spare and reward our and His own Mary, to guide more of us to
Him; and I feel comforted when I rely with confidence on His
love and wisdom. She is such a blessing, that I would fain hope
the rest of my days may be influenced by her."
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