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
All who have read the beautiful Memoir of Robert Swain will feel the
greater interest in the following, written from his favorite
island-home, to a son in England, about the age of Robert, when he died.
"_Naushon, September 13, 1846._ I am glad, dear William, to
write to you from this place, not only because I am happy in
being here, but because it must remind you of him with whose
memory this place is so strongly associated, that one cannot
hear its name without having his beautiful character brought up
before the mind. I have thought much of you since I have been
here, in tracing Robert's life by the memorials which are
everywhere around me, in hearing his parents talk of the
formation of his character, in reading the record of his death,
and contemplating at his grave his present life. O, I have
felt, dear William, that to have such a child was the highest
happiness this world could give; and however great must have
been the pain of parting, and dreary the void which his absence
made in the earthly pilgrimage of his parents, it was all more
than compensated, by the satisfaction of having begun here such
a relation to so pure a spirit, which can never cease while the
soul lives. And how earnestly I have prayed, that my child,
too, might so understand the true object of existence, as to
make his spiritual progress the first aim under all
circumstances! We see in Robert's case how beautifully he was
training himself for heaven, while he lived the simple life of
an active boy, following all the common pursuits which belonged
to his age, but doing all with a conscientious reference to the
law of right. With the most devoted love towards his parents
and friends, he loved his God above all, and sought first of
all to obey Him. His grave is in one of the sweetest spots on
the island, in a little opening surrounded by trees which he
had named his 'mother's parlor'; and upon a seat which he had
made there for her I have spent some holy moments, with which
the thought of you was tenderly mingled. Dear son, may I have
the same satisfaction in your life, which these parents have in
that of their son! and should God in his providence call you
also thus early to himself, may I have reason to believe, as
they do, that for you the work of life was accomplished!...
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