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
"_January 30, 1827._ Dearest Emma, I am not willing that any
other than my own pen should communicate to you the events of
this day. I would not that you should think it possible for me,
under any circumstances, so far to lose my identity as to be
unmindful of the feelings of one whom I so love; and though it
requires some effort, I will do the thing with my own hand.
Know, then, dear E., that a change has passed over the spirit
of my earthly dreams, and, instead of the self-dependent,
self-governed being you have known me, I have learned to look
to another for guidance and happiness; and, more than that,
have bound myself, by an irrevocable vow, to live for the
future in the exercise of the great and responsible duties
which such a connection inevitably brings with it.... You need
no explanation, nor have I time to give any; it would require
one of our long nights to trace the rise and progress of the
influences that have thus terminated. At present, the idea of
the change I am making is so solemn, so appalling, that my
faculties are almost paralyzed.
* * * * *
"_Boston, January 30, 1827._
"MY DEAR N----:
"I have been sitting with this sheet before me for the last
half-hour, trying to find out in what way to begin the long and
eventful story which I wish to convey to your mind as clearly
as I see it in my own. I am in truth hardly able to write at
all, from absolute exhaustion of body and mind, and therefore
am driven to the necessity of beginning at the end of the
chapter, lest I should not have time to tell the whole. Will it
be an entire surprise to you to hear that this day has been to
me the most important of my whole life, the turning-point of
existence, the witness of my solemn and irrevocable promise to
unite for the future my fate with that being, who, when we last
met, I thought was doomed to be a stranger to me for ever? It
seems, indeed, like a dream, and yet it is true, dreadfully
true, that I have taken upon myself great and unknown duties
for which I feel incompetent,--true that I have gained the best
blessing life can give.
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