It Seems To Me That It Will

I Still Went To Church Regularly Every Sunday; That Is We All Went There Together. I Reverenced The Family Pew Where We Had Assembled For So Many Years; And Apart From That Reason I Hold It Dear Because It Is Associated In My Memory With My Mother.

I Do Not Exactly Remember At What Period I Started My Museum Which Absorbed So Much Of My Time.

Painting And Music Were The Only Things I Worked At Industriously And Faithfully.

I Am Sure That The Sad Days And Happenings Were Rare, And That I Lived The Joyous And Careless Life Of Other Children; But Just Because The Happy Days Were So Habitual To Me They Made No Impression Upon My Mind, And I Can No Longer Recall Them.

I Still Have In My Memory, Almost Agonizing Impressions Of A Serious Illness Which I Had When I Was About Eight Years Old. Those About Me Called It Scarlet Fever, And Its Very Name Seemed To Have A Diabolical Quality.