My Emotions Lose Their Force When I

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.

The Moon Of A Bright Silver, Which Dazzles By Its Shining, Illumines A World Which Surely Is No Longer Ours; For It Resembles In Nothing What May Be Seen In Other Lands.

I Am Surprised That I Cannot Recall Whether My Desire To Become A Minister Transformed Itself Into A Wish To Lead The More Militant Life Of Missionary, By A Slow Process Or Suddenly.

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.

If By Chance I Seated Myself To Write, She Very Slyly, Very Tenderly, Seeking Protection And Caresses, Would Softly Take Her Place On My Knee And Follow The Comings And Goings Of My Pen - Sometimes Effacing, With An Unintentional Stroke Of Her Paw, Lines Of Whose Tenor She Disapproved.