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
"We came on through Carlisle, and passed the boundary line
between Scotland and England, and reached this place before
dark,--the first town over the border. It is a very small
village, consisting of scarcely more than a dozen white
cottages, but it has, perhaps, been the scene of as many
critical events as many a larger one. We are at a very
comfortable inn, got up for the accommodation of the fugitives
who fly hither to seal their fate with the blacksmith's unholy
blessing. Do not be alarmed for me, although I am quietly
seated in the very room which has witnessed the consummation
'so devoutly wished' by most young dames. It is, indeed,
mortifying to find one's self so near the goal, with so many
requisites, obliged to miss the glorious opportunity for the
want of one trifling article,--a husband; but so it is, and
notwithstanding I am treading fairy land, I in vain look for
some kind godmother to conjure up the needful, and must even
submit to single blessedness a little longer. But I must stop;
and have not time to look this over.
"MARY."
VII.
SCENES OF SUFFERING.
Very different from its beginning was the termination of the pleasant
tour through Scotland. Mary felt it a duty to suppress all longings to
go on with her good friend, who was soon to leave the country. Gladly
would she have returned with her to America at once. But the great
purpose, certainly one of the chief objects, for which she had gone
abroad, was not yet accomplished. Her father's only sister, who had been
left a widow in a very destitute condition, was still living in a
distant and obscure village of Yorkshire. Mr. Pickard had made an annual
provision for her support while he lived, and his daughter determined to
carry out his intentions, so far as she could. Yet she felt that no aid
in her power to send would be as much to her poor aunt as a visit, and
she had been anxiously looking for an escort to the place, which was so
remote as to make it hardly prudent for a lady and a stranger to venture
alone. She was therefore the more ready to accompany her friends to
Scotland, as on their return they would go within eighty miles of
Osmotherly, her aunt's residence. Accordingly she parted from them at
Penrith, and went the rest of the way alone.
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