{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3461", "width": "2112", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "|v1\\nILIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nm\\n^S.SS\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA,\\ng^ ?S ^^S Is^ SSr ^^fer^^\\nf.", "height": "3367", "width": "1976", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": ".A", "height": "3367", "width": "1976", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "i?^^\\ny-^^J^/^ qA^J^^jA\\nvA-^r-uyfy", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nWith the year\\nSeasons return, but not to me returns\\nDay, or the sweet approach of ev n or mom,\\nOr sight of vernal bloom, or summer s rose,\\nOr flocks, or herds, or human face divine.\\nMilton\\ny\\nBy S. H. DeKROYFT.\\nNEW-YORK\\nJOHN F. TROW, PRINTER AND STEREOTYPER,\\n49 \u00c2\u00abfe 51 Ann-street.\\n1850.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "o t\\nEntered accordiiiij to Act of Coii ^ress, in the year IS19, by\\nS. H. DeKROYFT.\\nIn the Clerk s Office of the District Court for the Southern District of\\nNew- York.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "TO\\nMRS. DOCTOR NOTT,\\nOP UNION COLLEGE, SCHENECTADY,\\nWHO FJRST SUGGESTED ITS PUBLICATIOW\\nTHIS VOLUME\\nIS VERY AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED.\\nMi itjs ftMt|\u00c2\u00a9r.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nThese Letters are simply copies of my own\\nthoughts and feehngs, written with no expec-\\ntation of their ever being read by others than\\nthe persons to whom they were addressed.\\nBut as the author of the Memoirs of my\\nYouth laid bare his palpitating heart to the\\nworld for the sake of dollars, so I have been\\ninduced to gather from my friends these frag-\\nments, and bind them into a book.\\nThree summers ago, I had perfect sight. I\\nwas in one short month a bride, a widow, and\\nblind yet Providence has made it needful for", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "6 PREFACE.\\nme to do something to provide for myself\\nfood and raiment.\\nUpon the loss of my sight, I was, through\\nthe influence of Senator Backus, of Rochester,\\nallowed to spend one year at the New- York\\nInstitution for the Blind, which time expired\\nlast May; and I had not where to go, or a\\nfriend whose kindness my three years of de-\\npendence had not wearied. There was no\\nalternamve, and with many fears of success, I\\nembarked in the little enterprise of publishing\\nthis volume, by soliciting subscribers who\\nwould give their names, and pay me in ad-\\nvance.\\nAccordingly, with my prospectus in my\\nhand, I first waited upon the Board of Man-\\nagers of the Institution, who lent me their\\ninfluence, and sanctioned my efforts by sub-\\nscribing for several copies each. The next\\nday, I waited upon the gentlemen of the City", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nHall, and encouraged by their kindness, thence\\npassed on through Broadway, Wall, South,\\nand most of the principal streets of the city;\\nand now that my task is ended, and my little\\nbook is about going to the publishers, I have\\nnot an unpleasant memory associated with the\\nwhole affair. In the hurry of business, in the\\nintricacies of law, and amidst problems half\\nsolved, gentlemen have laid down their pens,\\nread my prospectus, written their names, and\\npaid their money; and often escorted me to\\nthe door, and saw me safely down the stairs,\\nperchance, directing my gentle guide where to\\nfind others as kind as themselves.\\nGratitude is the purest of the heart s me-\\nmories, and I can only offer to my friends,\\nsubscribers, purchasers, and all, my warmest\\nthanks. I cannot compliment my own work\\nI shall leave it with an indulgent public. In\\nperusing its pages, however, the reader must", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "8 PREFACE.\\nrememoer that they were either written with\\nthe sense of feeUng, by means of a grooved\\ncard, and pencil, or prompted to a friend, from\\nan overburdened heart.\\nS. H. DeKROYFT.\\nNew-York Institution for the Blind,\\nSeptember 25, 1849.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nRochester, April, 1848.\\nMy precious Mother, My whole heart\\nis drawn out to you. When WilUam was\\nwith me, I loved him more than all the world\\nbeside, but he is in the grave now, and my\\npurest affections, mother, evermore are yours.\\nIf this frail body could move with the fleetness\\nof thought, I would come to you now, and\\npillow my weary head on your bosom, and\\nyour soft hands would dry these tears from\\nmy poor eyes. Oh that I could open them\\nonce more, mother, and see your smiling face,\\nand feel my spirit grow warm and gentle in\\nthe light of your eyes, and your looks of love.\\nTell me, dear mother, have you changed at\\nall Do you look as when I saw you last\\n1*", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "10 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nOhj had I known that ere we should meet\\nagain, the hght would leave me, how would I\\nhave gazed on your form, until on my spirit\\nwere engraved your every look and feature\\nYou often come to me now, when dreams pos-\\nsess my thoughts, and then I tell you how sad\\nit is to be blind, and how melancholy the long\\ndays and nights are, and how I sometimes\\nalmost pray to go into the spirit world, and\\nmount the wings of light for ever. But mother,\\nI bless God for a cheerful faith, and a heart\\nall resigned. Whatever his hand orders is for\\nthe best. You taught me early to know, and\\ntry to do, the will of God but, mother, to suffer\\nit is another thing. I could climb the Rocky\\nMountains to teach the Indians, cross the seas,\\nand live for ever with the Hindoos, and the\\ntask would seem light, and my burdens easily\\nborne but when I look along the current, of\\nperhaps fifty years, of darkness, dear mother,\\nmy heart fails, and like the doubting Hebrew,\\nI begin to sink. Then an unseen arm lifts\\nme, and whispers, Be still, and know that\\nI am God. Yes, dear mother, what we do\\nnot know now, we shall know hereafter. In", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "A CHEERFUL FAITH. 11\\na few days, new hills and valleys will inter-\\nvene, and your anxious cares for your child\\nwill be kindled anew. But be comforted the\\nwidow s God will take care of me, the friend\\nof the ravens will not leave nor forsake me,\\nand ere long, I shall come to you again. My\\nheart coaxes me to come to you now, but duty\\npoints another way. Things are not always\\nwhat they seem. When Moses looked around,\\nfor the last time, upon the white tents pitched\\nat the foot of the mountain, and pressed the\\nhands of the sires who had grown gray in his\\nfriendship, and embraced the little ones whose\\nhearts had budded into life in the light of his\\nheavenly face when he bade adieu to all that\\nwas dear, and began his journey up the weary\\nside of Pisgah, he little knew that the clouds\\nwhich overhung him would so soon break\\naway, and the glories of the promised land\\nburst upon his enraptured vision. Mother, so\\ngood may yet come to me there may be in\\nreserve a morning whose dawn is not yet be-\\ngun. Faith is the blossom of the soul it makes\\nthe doctrine of a future life a bright reality,\\nkeeps heaven near, and brings departed ones in", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "12 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nspeaking distance it chases away the shades\\nof grief, and puts fear to flight.\\nDear mother, your parting words are still\\nfresh in my memory, and your prayers and\\ntears are locked in my heart. Your love is a\\nsort of spirit robe that covers all my thoughts,\\nand I wear it every where. Kiss little sisters\\nand brother often for me, and let them never\\nforget their sister Helen but they must not\\nthink of me only as something sad and melan-\\ncholy, for I am growing more cheerful now;\\nsometimes I laugh almost as merrily as ever.\\nTell brother, when I come again he will gather\\nwild flowers with me as before, and I can hear\\nhirh say his lessons, and Nin and Mary will\\nread for me, and write all my letters, and I\\nwill teach them some new songs, and tell them\\nmany stories. They must go to the library\\nevery week, and write me what they read.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "SOUTHERN CHARACTER.\\n13\\nWater-Cure, Long Island.\\nMy good Friend Mr. Dean Let me\\nthank you many times for your dear note of\\nyesterday. How kind of you to think of me\\nin your leisure moments, when they come to\\nyou so seldom I have no new thing to write\\nto you, save that to-morrow Dr. and Mrs.\\nNott leave for their home in Schenectady, and\\nalso a lovely family, Mr. and Mrs. Hardy and\\ndaughter, of Virginia, all of whom will be very\\nmuch missed in our circle. Mrs. H is\\nsomewhat larger than myself; her coraplexion\\nis a dark brunette she has jet black eyes, and\\nher raven tresses nearly touch the ground.\\nSome say she is a descendant of Pocahontas,\\nor Metoka, as her father called her. I do love\\na real Southern character, it makes one so cor-\\ndial, generous, and impulsive. Mrs. Hardy\\nand myself have climbed these hills together,\\ncrossed valleys, and traversed winding foot-\\npaths, and waded the brooks, and plunged and\\nbathed together, till she seems almost a part\\nof myself. I shall miss her gentle hand and", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "14 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nkind words every where. But they have\\narranged that I pass the month of May next\\nat their pleasant home in N which I fancy\\nwill be a little round of delight, almost a dissi-\\npation. The winter looks dark and cheerless\\nnow, for as yet I know not where to pass it\\nbut you see there is a bright spot for me in the\\nspring-time so I will go on, laughingly and\\ngladly, as though I had a fortune secured, and\\nnothing more to do in this life but live and be\\nhappy.\\nOne little thing I must tell you Mrs. Hardy\\npromises when she gets to New- York to send\\nme back a nice writing-desk for a keepsake.\\nWill not that be a precious gift and how 1\\nshall love the dear thing for her sake Oh,\\nwhy is every body so kind to me I cannot be\\nsad long at a time if I try some tuneful voice\\nalways comes to cheer, and some gentle hand\\nto guide and bless me.\\nDr. S is anxious for me to remain here\\nuntil I am quite well. He says the water\\ntreatment is much more effectual in cold\\nweather than in warm. Besides, the good\\nQ-uaker steward and stewardess often say, I", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE HUSHED HOUR. 15\\nthink we must keep thee here this winter,\\nthou wilt be so much company for us.\\nNe7v- York Institution for the Blind.\\nThe sun set upon the sea, and the moon\\nrose above the hills, and the stars came out\\nsmiling through the clouds, like bands of\\nangels, with linked hands, flying through the\\nheavens. The reading hour past, we sang an\\nevening hymn, and prayers were said, and the\\nbell rang for ten, and all laid them down to\\nsleep. To Him who sits enthroned in the\\nabodes of light and Jove, I heard Mary s lips\\nwhispering of mother, home, and heaven.\\nPerchance she is dreaming now of faces\\nimaged on her heart long ago, and the sunny\\nhours of childhood with their visions of joy\\nhave come to possess her thoughts. It is mid-\\nnight, that deep hushed hour, when the soul\\nturns back upon itself, and all the thoughts\\nand feelings are chased homeward by incidents\\nof the past. Now the night dews are hanging\\nlightly on all the flowers, and the green leaves", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "16\\nA PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nin moony shadows are trembling on the walls,\\nand the lengthened forms of the waving boughs\\nare crawling on the floor, as the shades of\\nmelancholy creep o er my soul. Away yonder\\non the bosom of the Hudson the lights of the\\nsky are twinkling so up in heaven, on the\\nfountain that wells from the throne, the smiles\\nof God are playing. The world of spirits is\\nopened to ours, and ours to theirs even now,\\nloved ones departed are in smiling distance,\\nand their blent voices fall on my ear, like the\\npulses of a lute, when the waking hand has\\npassed away. They come in the night time,\\nwhen silence holds her spell-like reign, and in\\nunseen communion spirit doth with spirit\\nblend. Night too is the time for prayer then\\nthe ear of Heaven is nearer bent, and the full\\nsad heart, by faith, breathes a freer air, and\\nleaping upward, gets new and clearer glimpses\\nof the Christian s better life. So Jesus, wearied\\nwith the toils of the day, oft at night climbed\\nlonely Olivet, apart to pray and talk with his\\nFather in heaven, and seraphs who had grown\\nold in his love were with him there; and while\\nhe kneeled upon the damp earth, their spirit", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "OUR BLUE ONTARIO. 17\\nhands dried his tears away. Dear mother, I\\noften fancy you must be near, and turn to hear\\nyou speak, and put out my hand, but to greet\\nthe empty air. Oh, think of me when the\\nmorning breaks, and when the noon is bright,\\nand the day dechnes and pray for me too,\\nlest this hfe of darkness make me sad, and\\nlonehness self settle on me. Write to me often,\\nmother, and say I have always a place in\\nyour love, and a memory in your prayers say\\nthat little brother and sisters speak of me in\\ntheir play, and count the days until I shall\\ncome back again. I am pleased with the In-\\nstitution. If Charity herself had come down to\\nbuild on earth a home for her children, and\\nInnocence had gathered them, the dwelling\\nwere not more fair, or its inhabitants more\\nlovely and pure. But, dear mother, I love our\\nblue Ontario more its green shore inurns the\\nstirring memories of a heart that was my own\\nbesides, the dearest spot is always where our\\nfriends abide. When the sun was going down\\nI went into the garden, and felt around among\\nthe bushes, until I found some flowers, and\\ngathered a beautiful bouquet for you, mother,", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "18 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nand now, in fancy, I will steal softly into your\\nroom, and lay it on your pillow. May its\\nsweet perfumes make you dream of a land\\nwhere flowers never fade, and those we love\\nnever die where sorrow may not come^ and\\nwhere with a napkin of love all tears shall be\\nwiped from our eyes.\\nInstitution for the Blind, January, 1847.\\nThis hour I sit me down to write you in a\\nlittle world of sweet sounds. The choir in the\\nchapel are chanting at the organ their evening\\nhymn across the hall a little group with the\\npiano and flute are turning the very atmo-\\nsphere into melody but Fanny, the poetess,\\nis not there. Many weeks her harp and guitar\\nhave been unstrung, and we fear the hand of\\nconsumption is stealing her gentle spirit away.\\nIn a room below, some twenty little blind girls\\nare joining their silvery voices in tones sweet\\nand pure as angels whispers. And ah here\\ncomes one who has strayed from their number", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE STARRY SKY. 19\\nthe twentieth time to-day, clambering her Httle\\narms about my neck for a kiss. Earth has no\\ntreasure so heavenly as the love of a sinless\\nchild. Man seldom welcomes you farther than\\nthe fair vestibule of his heart, but a child in-\\nvites you within the temple, where alone the\\nincense of unselfish love burns upon its own\\naltar.\\nTis evening the moonbeams gladden all\\nthe hills, the stars are out and I see them not\\nonce my poor eyes loved to watch those wheel-\\ning orbs, till they seemed joyous spirits bathing\\nin the holy light of the clear upper skies\\nbut noio they are not lost to me fancy, with a\\nsoul-lit look, often wanders in the halls of me-\\nmory, where hang daguerreotypes of all that is\\nbright and beautiful in nature, from the lowest\\nflower that unfolds its petals to the sunbeams,\\nup to the cloud-capt mountain and the regions\\nof the starry sky whence she plumes her\\npinions, boldly entering upon new and untried\\nregions of thought passes the boundary of\\nthe unseen, to far-off fields where Deity geo-\\nmetrizes, and nebular worlds are ever spring-\\ning into new life and glory and upwards still", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "20 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nto the spirit land, where all are blessed and\\nlost in present joys, till happiness, forgetful,\\nnumbers not the hours. There my thoughts\\nlove to linger, till with the angels I seem to\\ncome and go, wandering by joy s welling foun-\\ntains and glad rivers of delight\\nBut oh this is truth and not fancy. My\\nlife is a night of years, and my path is a\\nsepulchred way on one side sleeps my\\nFRIEND, and on the other lies buried forever a\\nworld of light, and all its rays revealed the\\nsmiles of friends and all their looks of love,\\nwithout which the heart knows no morning.\\nThe Saviour wept at the grave of his friend,\\nand I know he does not chide these tears\\nthey are the impearled dews of feeling which\\ngather round a sorrowed heart. But where\\nGod sends one angel to afflict, he always sends\\nmany more to comfort so I have many angel\\nfriends who love me well. Their gentle hands\\nlead me by pleasant ways, and their tuneful\\nvoices read to me, and the kindness of their\\nwords makes my heart better. Oh tell me\\nwhen summer gladdens the world and vaca-\\ntion gladdens me, shall I again be on the banks", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "SORROW. 21\\nof the Genesee, the while loved and blessed by\\nthe warm hearts of Rochester\\nLake Cottage, November, 1847.\\nMy dear Lizzy It is not pleasant to be\\nblind. My poor eyes long to look abroad upon\\nthis beautiful world, and my prisoned spirit\\nstruggles to break its darkness. I would love\\ndearly to bonnet and shawl myself and go forth\\nto breathe the air alone, and free as the breeze\\nthat fans my brow. But as Milton once said\\nto his favorite daughter, It matters little whe-\\nther one has a star to guide or an angel-hand\\nto lead and, Lizzy, we must learn to bear,\\nand blame not that which we cannot change.\\nThe journey of life is short. We may not\\nstop here long, and sorrow and trial discipline\\nthe spirit, and educate the soul for a future\\nlife and those upon whom we most depend,\\nwe love most. A good EngUsh writer says.\\nLet thy heart be thankful for any circum-\\nstance that proves thy friend.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "22 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nTwo summers have come and gone since\\nmy William died in Rochester. We brought\\nhim here and laid him down in the grave to\\nsleep, close by his childhood-home, where the\\nquick winds and white waves of Ontario\\ncome swelling to the shore and high above\\nits silvery bosom, clouds, dove-like, are hang-\\ning. One moon had hardly waned, when the\\nangels came again, and while I slept darkened\\nmy weeping eyes for ever. Oh Lizzy, was\\nsorrow ever so deep was misery ever so\\nsevere 7 Hope departed, and an unyielding\\nblight settled on all the joys my heart had\\nwed. Passing away is truly a part of\\nearth. It lends a deathlike air to our gay en-\\njoyments, and mingles sorrow with our cups of\\nbliss. It stops for ever our happy labors, and\\nfrustrates our choicest plans. Those whom\\nwe learn to love, die, and the cold earth presses\\nthe lips we have loved to kiss, and freezes the\\nhearts tuned to beat in unison with our own.\\nLizzy, evermore I am blind, and a wanderer,\\nbut not homeless. I have God for my father,\\nthe angels for friends, and Jesus an elder\\nbrother. The pure homes in many hearts,", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "LAKE OTTAGE. 23\\ntoo, are mine dwellings dearer than all the\\nworld beside.\\nThis morning finds me at Mr. Ledyard s de-\\nlightful Lake Cottage, where Lombard pop-\\nlars lift their tapering tops almost to prop the\\nskies the willow, locust, and horse-chestnirt,\\nspread their branches, and flowers never cease\\nto blossom. Maggie is my kind amanuensis.\\nNow she reads to me gives me her arm for a\\nwalk. Now, with her harp and tuneful voice,\\n5he unchains the soul of song, the while cover-\\nng all my thoughts with gladness, till I almost\\nforget my night of years, and live in a land\\nwhere ever swells with melody the air, and\\nsorrow and tears are unknown, save such as\\npitying angels weep. With Maggie all joys\\nare less than the one joy of doing kindness.\\nHer smile makes the sunshine of many hearts\\nthe cloudless dawning of their new enjoy-\\nments.\\nIt is Thanksgiving Day, Lizzy, and my\\nthoughts have been wandering backward, far\\nover the current of years. Reflection is indeed\\nan angel, when she points out the errors of the\\npast and gives us courage to avoid them in the", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "24 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nfuture. Maggie is reading me the book of Job,\\nand this evening my spirit more than ever looks\\nup in thankfuhiess to God for the Bible, Hea-\\nven s purest gift to mortals. It is the star of\\neternity, whose mild rays come twinkling to\\nthis nether sphere erring man s guide to wis\\ndom, virtue, and heaven. The Bible is the\\nbook of books. In comparison Byron loses his\\nfire, Milton his soarings, Gray his beauties, and\\nHomer his grandeur and figures. No eye like\\nrapt Isaiah s ever pierced the veil of the future\\nno tongue ever reasoned like sainted Job s no\\npoet ever sung like Israel s shepherd king, and\\nGod never made a man more wise than Solo-\\nmon. The words of the Bible are pictures of\\nimmortality; dev/s from the tree of Know-\\nledge pearls from the river of Life, and gems\\nof celestial thought. As the moaning shell\\nwhispers of the sea, so the Bible breathes of\\nlove in heaven, the home of angels, and joys\\ntoo pure to die. Would I had read it more\\nwhen my poor eyes could see. Would more\\nof its pure precepts were bound about my\\nheart, and I had wisdom to make them the\\nmottoes of my life. The Avorld may entertain", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Mary s tears. 25\\nIts idea of a magnificent Deity, whose govern-\\nment is general but let me believe in the\\nLord God of Elijah, whose providence is en-\\ntire, ordering the minutest event m human life,\\nand with a father s care arranging it for the\\ngreatest possible good. Yes, Lizzy, when\\nstorms gather, and my way is dark and drear,\\nwith no star to guide, nor voice to cheer, my\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2sinking spirit finds refuge in the world-wide\\nsympathies of a Saviour who did not chide\\nMary for her tears, and came himself to weep\\nat the grave of his friend.\\nMy dear Lizzy, I fear 1 have written you\\ntoo long and too sad a letter; but, dearest, do\\nnot think me melancholy; like all the rest of\\nthe world I have more smiles than tears, more\\ngood than ill. Let me thank you many times\\nfor your kind invitations to be with you on\\nNew Year s Day at your new home, and for\\nyour gentle hint that Santa Claiis will be\\nthere too. Maggie says his majesty will be in\\nthe country at that time, and I must stop here\\nhowever, I shall be with you, Lizzy till then\\ngood-bye, with my unabated love.\\nP. S. Water is to nature what melancholy is", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "26 A PLACE IN THY MExMORY.\\nto the soul beautiful in its mildness, but ter-\\nrific and fearful in its wrath. When 1 began\\nmy letter, Ontario was sleeping in her beauty;\\nbut since then she has foamed and roared like\\na thing of very madness, and her long circling\\nwaves have overturned the seaman s home,\\nand borne it far down where the dolphins\\nsleep, and the bones of wrecked mariners lie\\nthick on the ground.\\nTo-day I took a long adieu of William s\\ngrave Maggie led me there and left me alone\\nawhile, to commune with the dead; and as\\nthe waves washed the bright pebbles to the\\nshore and bore them back again, so the tide of\\nmemory swept over my heart its cherished\\nhopes and I watched them fall back into the\\nsea of life, to return no more.\\nJune 14. 1849.\\nMy dear Mrs. Fisher, Your letter was\\na darling little visitor. My heart has had\\nmany a sweet chat with its friendly words.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "LIGHT AND SHOWERS, 27\\nHow glad it made me I cannot tell you. It is\\npleasant to be remembered. I regret that Mr.\\nF could not find time to call, but such\\nremissness of duty is always pardonable in a\\nbusiness man. Well, dear Jenny, they tell\\nme Spring is waking, and all nature is teem-\\ning with very gladness the leaves and buds\\nand twigs with new life are swelling, the little\\nbrooks have unclasped their icy bands, and the\\nlake waters have broken their magic fetters,\\nand the waves again dance to the tunes the\\nbreezes play, and the little seeds in the warm\\nearth, like loving hearts, are beating and strug-\\ngling upward to the world of light and show-\\ners so may our hearts pant for the waters\\nwhose streams flow fast by the throne of God,\\nand the smile of Him whose look makes the\\nlight of heaven.\\nYou are going to, your pleasant home may\\nit be ever the resting place of peace and plen-\\nty, and may no ills come there, and no storms\\ngather to mar your happiness. The days I\\npassed with you are with me yet, like a dream\\nof love which may not be told. True, joy did\\nnot crowd the hours with gladness, but all that", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "28 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nsouls can share we straightway embarked in\\na Uttle commerce of heart, and felt ourselves\\ngrowing richer by a perfect interchange of\\nviews and feelings. Locke, in all his reason-\\nings, lived not half so fast. The world I live\\nin is an ideal world, and its inhabitants are\\nbeings of fancy, and of course sinless and\\ngood their lips speak no lies, and their hands\\nwork no evil their smiles are like the beams\\nof the morning, and their whispers like the\\nnight breeze among the flowers, soft and heal-\\ning as the breath of prayer. Still, Jenny, this\\nmorning my imprisoned spirit would go into\\nraptures for one glance at this world of light\\noh yes, I would bow in grateful adoration for\\nthe fragment beam that plays idly on an in-\\nfant s tear, or sports with a drop of dew. Oh\\nholy light thou art old as the look of God,\\nand eternal as his breath. The angels were\\nrocked in thy lap, and their infant smiles were\\nbrightened by thee. Creation is in thy memory\\nby thy torch the throne of Jehovah was set,\\nand thy hand burnished the myriad stars that\\nglitter in his crown. Worlds, new, from His\\nomnipotent hand, were sprinkled with beams", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "INVOCATION TO LIGHT. 29\\nfrom thy baptismal font. At thy golden urn\\npale Luna comes to fill her silver horn, and\\nSaturn bathes his sky-girt rings Jupiter lights\\nhis waning moons, and Yenus dips her queenly\\nrobes anew. Thy fountains are shoreless as\\nthe ocean of heavenly love, thy centre is every\\nwh^re, and thy boundary no power has marked.\\nThy beams gild the illimitable fields of space,\\nand gladden the farthest verge of the universe.\\nThe glories of the seventh heaven are open to\\nthy gaze, and thy glare is felt in the woes of\\nlowest Erebus. The sealed books of heaven\\nby thee are read, and thine eye, like the Infi-\\nnite, can pierce the dark veil of the future, and\\nglance backward through the mystic cycles of\\nthe past. Thy touch gives the lily its white-\\nness, the rose its tint, and thy kindling ray\\nmakes the diamond s light; thy beams are\\nmighty as the power that binds the spheres\\nthou canst change the sleety winds to soothing\\nzephyrs, and thou canst melt the icy moun-\\ntains of the poles to gentle rains and dewy\\nvapors. The granite rocks of the hills are\\nupturned by thee, volcanoes burst, islands sink\\nand rise, rivers roll, and oceans swell at thy", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "30 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nlook of command. And oh, thou monarch of\\nthe skies, bend now thy how of miUioned ar-\\nrows and pierce, if thou canst, this darkness\\nthat thrice twelve moons has bound me. Burst\\nnow thine emerald gates, O morn, and let thy\\ndawning come. My eyes roll in vain to find\\nthee, and my soul is weary of this intermi-\\nnable gloom. My heart is but the tomb of\\nblighted hopes, and all the misery of feelings\\nunemployed has settled on me. I am misfor-\\ntune s child, and sorrow long since marked me\\nfor her own. The past comes back, robed in\\na pall, which makes all things dark. The\\nfuture seems a rayless night, and the world\\ndoes not always deal gently, even with one so\\nsorrowed.\\nThe sea of feeling, however calm, may be\\nrippled by a breath, swollen by a word, clouded\\nby a look, and lashed into fury by an act. But\\nLiberal Christianity is slow to censure, sus-\\npects never, and believes not till evidence look\\nher so full in the face that there be no room\\nfor mistake and even then she teaches rather\\npity than blame, rather forgives than con-\\ndemns, and lets compassion cover the errors", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "JOURNEYING ALONE. 31\\nand faults that Charity cannot hide. Out of\\nheaven, and the Bible, there is nothing so pure\\nas that love which makes us forget ourselves\\nand live unto others. The last time Eve wan-\\ndered through Eden s bowers of celestial ama-\\nranth, the angels, betokening her departure,\\ngave her many flowers, which she twined in\\nher hair, and wore on her neck, all, save one,\\na love blossem, which she pressed to her breast,\\nand the approving smile of all the angels\\nquickened its fainting leaves into life, and it\\ntook root in her heart; and so, evermore, the\\nchildren of Eve are inclined to love.\\nRochester, July 1st, 1847.\\nMuch-loved Mrs. Buckley, far away\\nMy Institution friends thought it presumptuous\\nfor me to journey to Rochester alone, and the\\nSuperintendent laughed when I told him the\\nangels would take care of me. Their care was\\nneedful, too, for I began my journey quite un-", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "32 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nincumbered with money, ordinarily so essential\\nto the traveller. The good men do should\\nbe known their better deeds often are told.\\nThe world has bad notions of itself; it is not\\na selfish, but an unselfish world a kind, a\\nloving, and a forgiving world more sunshine\\nthan storms, more smiles than frowns or tears.\\nMen oftener love than hate, oftener do good\\nthan ill. This is not the best world we are to\\nknow but it is next the best, and only a step\\nlies between. Heaven is near the good, so near\\nthat loved ones, who inhabit there, are Avith us\\nstill. Stars unseen hang over us by day so\\nspirits from beyond the sky hang round our\\npathway, whispering words kind as heaven,\\non every breeze that fans our ears. We hear\\nand follow them, but, like Samuel, fancying\\nsome Eli is calling.\\nWishing to call at Catskill, I went on board\\nthe Utica. Your father met me there, with\\nblessings in his heart and hand. May God\\npreserve and protect you, and in due time re-\\nturn you to us, said he, and departed. The\\nsun went down the moon and stars, those\\nsymbols of love in heaven, were in the sky", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "SCENERY OF THE HUDSON. 33\\nthe air was calm and inviting, even to spir-\\nits of purity. Tiiose whose eyes are folded\\nhave a quicker sense than sight, by which they\\nknow and feel when a fixed gaze is on them.\\nOnly one lady remained with me in the cabin\\nat length, with her babe in her arms, she came,\\nand placing her lips close to my ear, as if she\\nthought me deaf, screamed, Be you blind\\nCertainly, I said, smiling. Watching me a\\nmoment longer, she said, in a tone of satisfac-\\ntion, Well, I don t judge from your looks you\\nfeel very bad about it No, I replied,\\ngrieving never restores its object, so we must\\nlearn to bear, and blame not that which we\\ncannot change. Presently a Miss, with a voice\\nlike music s self, placed her little hand in mine,\\nsaying, It is delightful out I know you can-\\nnot see the things we are passing, but I will\\ndescribe them to you. I took her arm, and\\nwe were hardly seated on deck when the Cap-\\ntain joined our number, talking familiarly of\\nthe beautiful scenery which every where adorns\\nthe Hudson the proudest stream that jour-\\nneys to the sea. Yonder, said he, is\\nWashington Irving s delightful residence, so\\n2*", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "34 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nburied in shrubs and trees, one can only see\\nthe steeple which has on it a weather-cock\\ntaken from the ship in which Major Andre was\\nto have sailed. A gentleman is most eloquent\\nwhen he has attentive lady listeners and\\nwhile Ave rode over the rippling waters, my\\nthoughts gathered many new and beautiful\\nimages and Memory, the mind s mirror, still\\ntreasures daguerreotypes of them all.\\nMy visit in Catskill, with Mrs. Wilson and\\ndaughters, at their cottage home, was like a\\nscene in a fairy land. As distance lends en-\\nchantment to the view, so time enhances de-\\nparted joys. On board the Alida for Albany,\\nblind and alone, among strangers, I began to\\nfear lest Mr. Dawson should not get my note\\nand come for me at the boat. But the angels\\nnever fail to do their bidding. Strangers often\\nprove the best of friends. Lo I am with\\nyou alway is not a promise, but a declara-\\ntion. Mrs. Thomas, her husband and daugh-\\nter, from New- York, recognizing my baggage-\\nmark, sought me out; and, in their society,\\nthe hours went unnumbered by. When we\\nstopped they would have taken me with them", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "A KINDLY TREAD. 35\\nto Congress Hall, but the Captain kindly of-\\nfered, if my friends should not come, to see me\\nsafe at his home. All left the saloon, but I\\nhad not waited long, when a gentleman with\\na kindly tread came, saying, Your friend,\\nMr. D., is in Michigan, but, if you please, I\\nwill see you to his residence. He then se-\\ncured my baggage, gave me his arm, and we\\nwere away, talking so familiarly of life, its\\nchanges, books, and places, that I forgot he\\nwas a stranger, and thought I had known him\\nalways. I knew by his voice he had seen\\nmany years, and by his words, as Pinckney\\nsays, he had\\nA heart that can feel and a hand that can act.\\nHe left, saying, In the morning I will\\neither come or send my son with a carriage to\\ntake you to the depot. My ministering\\nangel, this time, was Thurlow Weed, of\\nAlbany and, may the Lord add to the length\\nof his days many happy years, and the joys\\nof each succeeding be multiplied by the joys\\nof the last", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "36\\nA PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nIll llie tbreiioou, my seat in the car was\\nshared by an aged sire, who beguiled the\\nhours with pleasing incidents. In the after-\\nnoon, a Scotchman, from the banks of the\\nlyde, entertained me with descriptions of the\\ni [ighlands. Eloquent lips are a good substi-\\ntute for eyes. He was present when Leopold,\\nin sable robes for his Charlotte, was ambas-\\ntfador for George the Fourth to Edinburgh.\\nWith the fleetness of fancy, I became not\\nonly a looker on, but an actor in all that\\nbiilliaiit scene. The splendid streeiS, and edi-\\nfices, the dazzling crowd, the royal equipage,\\nthe high-headed and high-souled oflicers, the\\nelegantly set tables and brilliant guests, he de-\\nscribed as if with them but yesterday. Who-\\never he was, his happiness was greatest when\\ncontributing most to the happiness of others.\\nIt would have done your heart good to hear\\nhiin repeat snatches from Burns, in the full\\ns])irit of the great Poet who was, he said, one\\nof Nature s own nobility.\\nAt Pittsford, resting by the way with friends\\nof lighter days, a note from Mrs. H., of Ro-\\nchester, welcomed me for a time to her home,\\nL\\nI", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "GENESEE. 37\\nwliere we read, ride, walk, and talk the days\\naway. Lizzy and Mary, too, with gentle\\nhands, come often to lead me by pleasant\\nways; now where the Genesee leaps thnndcM-\\niiig iVom the rocks, and now where it winds\\nnoiseless to the sleeping lake, always mention-\\ning in words like pictnres, every tree, shrnb\\nand flower. They tell me when we are at the\\ncorner of a new bnilding, walking to the other\\ngives its length, and knowing the number of\\nstories, imagination readily makes the view\\nher own thus I keep in mind the many\\nchanges of our growing city. If Oswald s\\nCorinne was more eloquent she was not more\\nkind, nor her love more true. My poor eyes\\ncannot see them, but I know looks of love are\\non their faces, such as pitying angels wear.\\nGratitude is the most heavenly inhabitant of\\nthe human breast, and though shut out from\\nits beauties, it is still a blessing to exist in so\\ngood a world.\\nWhen the Autumn winds begin to moan\\namong the trees, the members of the New-\\nYork Institution for the Blind will meet again\\nat their happy home, where may the angels", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "38 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nbring you often. Oh you never seemed so\\nnear, so dear, as now. Accept my heart s love,\\nsealed with a friendship s kiss. As Burns says,\\nA heart-warm, fond good-by.\\nN. B. A lady never writes a letter without\\na postscript. I forgot to tell you that my jour-\\nney home cost me nothing. Captains, railroad\\nconductors and all, instead of presenting their\\nbills, inquired how they could best serve me,\\nwhere I would stop, c. Ought not even the\\nblind to be joyous and happy in a land so\\nkind, so free, as ours\\nOur nature is threefold, or in other words,\\nwe seem to be made up of three distinct be-\\nings, or sets of energies mental, moral, and\\nphysical; and it is the strange mingling and\\ncommingling of these, and their effects and\\ninfluences upon each other, that produce what\\nis called character. When God made man, he\\ndid not intend his strongest powers should rule,\\nbut the best but contrary to his wish, in most\\npersons, the seat of government is planted in\\nthe mind instead of the heart and reason is", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "EDUCATION. 39\\nallowed to sway her glittering sceptre over\\nthose inhabitants of the soul, love, charity,\\ngratitude, faith, and hope, which were intend-\\ned to be free, or governed only by heaven s\\ngolden rules. Byron was an example in\\nwhose character it was difficult to say whe-\\nther the mental or physical powers had the\\nsway and so of Pope, and the selfish Wal-\\npole. Who, in reading the beautiful songs of\\nMontgomery and Kirke White, does not feel\\nthat they cafne from a source entirely differ-\\nent Indeed, in the one case we seem com-\\nmuning with spirits, whose very breath was\\nwarm with love from heaven and in the\\nother, with beings whose thoughts were in-\\nspired only in the gloom of night, and the sul-\\nlenness of despair. Now education and man-\\nner of living have much to do with this. If\\nbooks are placed before us which only encour-\\nage the ambition, and adorn and dignify the\\nmind, and our food be such as stimulates and\\ncultivates the less ennobling passions, though\\napparently simple in themselves, they are,\\nnevertheless, in their effects lasting as eternity.\\nA child, who before his morning meal has\\nL", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "40 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nlearned to whisper the name of Jesus in thank-\\nfulness and prayer, and at night holds his little\\nheart up to God for blessings, when he grows\\nto be a man will hardly go astray, or allow\\nthe impulses of his nature to be governed by\\na thing so cold and \u00e2\u0080\u00a2calculating as human rea-\\nson far otherwise you will find him inquir\\ning of God, and his own conscience, the way\\nof duty, and you will see him always forget-\\nting himself and trying to make others happy.\\nThese thoughts are not too sober even for a\\nschool-girl you are now building a character\\nfor yourself, of which the lessons and exercises\\nof each day form a part. No after time can\\nefface the consequences of one act, or the influ-\\nence of one word, either upon ourselves or\\nthose around us. To get your lessons per-\\nfectly and recite them, is not all you have to\\ndo. A boarding-school is a little community\\nby itself, in which each room answers to a\\ndwelling, whose inhabitants we may call our\\nneighbors and here we have a field, into\\nwhich we may bring into exercise all our\\ncapacities, both mental and moral. Here we\\nmay plant the germs of philanthropy and reli-", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "GUARDIAN ANGELS. 41\\ngious zeal here we may learn to dry away\\nthe tear of sorrow, and smooth the pillow of\\nthe sick, and pity those who suffer. That\\nbeautiful command, that the strong should\\nbear the infirmities of the weak, seems written\\nalmost expressly for the members of a school,\\nfor we cannot all gather knowledge with the\\nsame facility. A lesson that is sport for one,\\nis a hard task for another. My dear, we have\\nguardian angels who every day bear reports\\nto heaven of our doings here, and when the\\nbooks are opened we must answer for the re-\\ncord they have kept. From this hour, then,\\nseek to know and do the will of your Hea-\\nvenly Father. First see that your thoughts\\nare clothed with the precepts of his word, and\\nwhile you journey upward in life s mountain\\npath, set on either side with briers and thorns,\\nthough your pilgrim feet may be often torn by\\nflinty rocks you need not fear for our Saviour\\nhas said, Lo, I am with you always, even to\\nthe end of the world.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "42 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nRochester, Lizzifs Home.\\nThe friendship of the good is a refuge that\\nfails not, a treasure that angels prize, and in\\ntheir diadems it is set round with virtue, love,\\nand truth.\\nMy dear Augusta, as the flowers at eve\\nincline their heads to departing sunbeams, so\\nmy spirit is drawn towards you, wander where\\nI will. The love that does not end in this\\nlife, often ends with it but the chain which\\nbinds our hearts has no broken links, and while\\nlife lasts, and beyond the sky, it will draw us\\ntogether still. Loved one, where are you?\\nOh speak, I long to hear your words they\\nwere music that fell on my ears and sank\\ndown into my heart, filling it with joys too\\nmuch like heaven to fade or pass away. It is\\na long time since I have felt your friendly\\narms around my neck, and your kisses on my\\nlips, and I often wonder if time and distance\\nhave not altogether estranged me from your\\nthoughts. I know your other, self, and those\\nlittle ones who clamber by your side have\\nright to the highest seat in 3^our affections", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "A mother s smile. 43\\nand your heart s temple, lighted by a mother s\\nsmile, should be to them earth s fairest home\\nand there, dearest, I would have them ever\\nstay and worship undisturbed at love s holiest\\naltar, only let me share largely in your general\\nlove, and I shall be therewith content. But\\nthink of me sometimes, oftenest when you\\nbow your heart at mercy s throne\\nAsk for me heaven s blessings there,\\nIn the ardent hope of faith in prayer. _\\nI am passing the winter far away by the\\nGenesee, where with the wild flowers my\\ninfancy grew to-day the liquid thunders of its\\nfalls mingle with the winds and storms are\\ngathering as on the day when you came first\\nwith books and papers to read to me in the\\nNew- York Institution for the Blind. No time or\\nplace is so dear to memory as where the sor-\\nrowed heart has been blest, and its burdens\\na while borne by another where the bereaved\\nfeelings have been coaxed to leave their sad-\\nness, and their tears dried by the hand of\\nsympathy and love. A stranger in New- York,", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "44 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nshut up in that school for the afflicted, how\\nfound I such a lodgment in your sympathies\\nand what spirit moved you to come so often to\\nbeguile my lonely hours to take me to your\\npleasant home to church, and every where I\\nwished to go If one good act pleases God\\nmore than another, it must be such forgetful-\\nness of self, such desire to make others happy.\\nLast week Mr. and Mrs. H left Roches-\\nter for Boston. The day previous to their\\ndepa^ure, the Sewing Society of their church\\nmet at the house of my venerable friend Dr.\\nBrown. The weight of years is on him now,\\nand his looks are changed to the gray fila-\\nments of wisdom but his heart is young,\\nand his mind is active as ever and with the\\nsweet consciousness of a life well spent, he\\nwaits only for his Master to call him home.\\nTowards evening all the ladies were assem-\\nbling in the Doctor s room, when Mrs. H\\nignorant of the cause, said to him, Doctor,\\nyon seem to be the greatest attraction of the\\nday whereupon an elderly lady entered,\\nand approached Mrs. H bearing in her\\nhand a silver waiter, and some napkin rings", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "BREAD UPON THE WATERS. 45\\nfor her children. This needed no explana-\\ntion their choked feelings refused words the\\nlight of the past was on them, and with these\\nbeautiful expressions of gratitude and love\\nbetween them, they and all present wept over\\nremembered kindnesses, and ties soon to be\\nsevered for ever. I said in my heart, behold\\nhow these sisters love one another, and no\\nwonder; their joint labors have clothed thS\\ndestitute, fed the hungry, blessed the sick, and\\nrelieved suffering of every order. In a word,\\nthey have long shared each other s glad-\\nness, and wept each other s tears. In the\\nevening Dr. Brown presented his son for bap-\\ntism, a lad of some nine or ten years the\\nchild of his old age. Several other parents\\ndid the same, and thus closed the labors of Mr.\\nH. in Rochester. But the good that men do lives\\nafter them. Like bread upon the waters, it\\nnot realized now it will be gathered hereafter.\\nWhen Mr. H. came to Rochester, his people\\nwere few in number, now they are a flourish-\\ning society they have a beautiful church, an\\norgan, and the largest parish library in the\\ncity. But this is little, compared with the", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "46 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nhundreds his indefatigable labors have saved\\nfrom vice, and the many who by his precept\\nand example have learned the luxury of doing\\ngood. I am passing a few days with my\\nfriend Lizzy at her new home.\\nMy poor eyes did not see her exchange hei\\nhand for anothei^ s, but I heard her breathe her\\nheart away in words low and truthful as angel\\nvows. Her empire now is the domestic circle\\nher might is gentleness, and by it she winneth\\nsway over all hearts that come within her bor-\\nders. Lizzy is reading me Goldsmith, and as\\nwe turn his pages our gatherings are gold all\\nthe way. It is safe reading authors one may\\nlove as well as their writings. Byron kindled\\nhis imagination by the dark and turbid waters\\nof Aoheron. Goldsmith wandered by the\\nriver of life, where from the fountain of his\\nown feelings, and the society of the good, he\\ngathered his pure thoughts, and his chaste and\\nbeautiful play of ideality, which instruct and\\nenrapture the reader. Poor Goldsmith, poverty\\nand want ever hung heavy at his heart and\\nhis haunts still echo with his groans. But he\\nwent up the great highway to distinction, and", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "^MARBLE PAGES. 47\\nwreathed upon his brow crowns woven of im-\\nmortal laurels. Poverty is truly the cradle of\\ngenius man obtains no excellence without\\nlabor. The master-spirits of all ages, who\\nhave dazzled the world with their brilliant\\nachievements, had barriers to surmount, diffi-\\nculties to remove, and only as they regulated\\ntheir exertions by mental firmness did they\\nbecome learned, great, or good. An ancient\\npoet had for his motto, The daring fortune\\nfavors. An American divine says, In great\\nand good pursuits, it is honorable, it is right,\\nto use that kind of omnipotence which says 1\\nidUI and the work is done.\\nOh my dear Augusta, is it possible I am\\nnever to read any more I forgot to bring a\\nvolume in raised print from the Institution, but\\npassing one s fingers over the pages of a book\\nis very unlike the glance of the eye. Last\\nsummer quite in the verge of autumn, my\\nfriend Mrs. SnoAV came with her ponies to take\\nme riding. We crossed twice the Genesee,\\nthen pursued its windings, till we came Avhere\\nthe sun s rays were turned away by the forest\\ntrees and the sharp ,quick noise of the car-", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "48 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nriage wheels, changed to a muffled rumbhng\\nand as we rode slowly over the winding roads,\\nall was so sacredly silent there, the hushed\\nbreeze that stirred the leaves seemed the\\nbreath of prayer. It was Mount Hope, our\\nbeautiful home for the dead and as we wan-\\ndered among the tombs and monuments, my\\nfingers read their inscriptions in grooved and\\nraised letters.\\nThe most beloved of earth not long survive to-day.\\nMy dear Franky lies there, and her darling\\nbabe is sleeping by her side so quick sorrow\\ntreads upon the heels of joy. Grave-yards are\\nsolemn volumes, in which even the blind may\\nread upon their marble pages the records of\\nhopes all departed. Dear Augusta, mine hour\\nof loneliiiess is passing now, and I feel reluc-\\ntant to close this letter as I would an interview\\nwith yourself. Wlien the flowers unfold their\\nleaves, and the birds come back again, 1 shall\\nreturn to the Institution, and resume my jna-\\nsic. There I shall be far, far away from my\\nRochester friends, who are so kind, so very\\nkind. I often think the world must have", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "REVERIE. 49\\ngrown better since I could see. But, friend of\\nmy heart, you will come often to see me, and I\\nshall love you well.\\nInstitution for the Blind.\\nMy dear Parents far away: When I\\nleft your cottage home, the sleety winds of\\nearly Spring were blowing high, and the Cro-\\ncuses were hardly yet above the ground. At\\nyour little threshold, you kissed me good-by,\\nand I felt your tears warm on my cheeks.\\nYou pressed my hands, and father said, God\\nbless you, my child, and I rode away. Words\\nare not feelings, so I can never make you know\\nthe strange sensations that nestled in my soul,\\nwhile I crossed the hills that windy day.\\nSometimes I fell into mysterious reveries, and\\nfancied my journey home, my stay with you,\\nand my departure, all an unfinished dr^am,\\nand thought soon to awaken and find it Sc\\nThen I changed my position, and tried to open\\nmy eyes to see if the morning had not come.\\n3", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "50 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nThen I heard distinctly the rumbUng of the\\nstage wheels, the rattHng of the harness, and\\nthe tread of the horses, and cracking of the\\ndriver s whip, and the frequent passing of far-\\nmers teams no I said this is real^ I am not\\ndreaming. Then I turned my face to the\\nstage window, and feh the biting wind as it\\nwhistled by, but all around and above I could\\nsee nothing but clouds of folding darkness,\\n^rhen I sank back, and my spirit reeled be-\\nneath the awful weight of conscious blindness,\\nwhich like a mountain seemed falling on me,\\nand hiding me from the world for ever. Still\\nI did not weep. I have no longer any tears to\\nshed. My heart has known a grief so burn-\\ning, that dews and moisture never more gather\\nthere. Like a seared forest its blossoms are\\nall faded, and its leaves are withered and\\nfallen remain two weeks by the\\nbanks of the Guenaugua.\\nThe night before my departure, some fa-\\nvoi-ed ones of Apollo sang under my window\\ntnat sweetest of songs,\\nWe will welcome thee back again;\\nI", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "WORDS ARE NOT FEELINGS. 51\\nand another, only one couplet of which I re-\\nmember,\\nTis needful we watch thee by day.\\nBut the Angels will keep thee by night.\\nProfessions of love and friendship cost us\\nnothing. Words are wind, and feelings are\\nonly natural swellings of the heart; but acts\\nare living things, like facts they are stubborn\\nand everlasting, and good deeds are footsteps\\nin the ladder which reaches heaven. I cannot\\ncount the days of my stay at Geneva, for hap-\\npiness keeps no dial, and always forgets to\\nnumber the hours. If the scenery of a place\\never gives tone to the minds and hearts of its\\ninhabitants, I am sure the beautiful Seneca\\nhas lent its look of love to those who dwell by\\nits shore. On their homes may the rains and\\ndews never cease to fall, and the light of health\\nand peace never leave their brows. Ehza\\nread to me nearly two volumes of LittelPs\\nLiving Age. In one of the back numbers. Fa-\\nther, you will find a review of Swedenborg.\\nI wish you would read it, and write me what\\nyou think of it. I send with this a volume of", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "52 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nMacaulay s Miscellanies. I know you will be\\npleased with what he says of the life and times\\nof Milton and Cromwell. But in order to en-\\njoy his reviews generally, one must divest his\\nmind of all prejudice, and harbor only a spirit\\nof liberal Christianity and free toleration; for\\nsuch is certainly the spirit of the great author.\\nThe type is very fine, but I think, by the aid\\nof your new glasses, you will be able to read\\nit. But you must remember, Father, that youi\\nphysical energies are not what they were\\ntwenty, or even ten years ago; besides, eyes\\nboth younger and stronger than yours are\\noften materially injured by lamp light. Mary\\nmust read for you evenings that will relieve\\nyou and improve her. Nin writes that she has\\nnearly completed the works of Hannah More,\\nand the poems of Mrs. Hemans. Though she\\nmay never possess the elegance and varied\\nlearning of the one, nor the beaiitiful genius of\\nthe other, still like them both, I hope, she will\\ntry to live such a life only as woman should\\nlive, adorned by every virtue, and marred by\\nno error. Brother must not think he has com-\\npleted all of Parley s tales, because he has read", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "REMINISCENCES. 53\\none little book through. I do not Know how\\nmany volumes there are, but they altogether\\nmake quite a library, and they contain a vast\\ndeal of excellent reading, both for old and\\nyoung.\\nNew-Yo7 k Institution f 07 the Blind.\\nDear Cora The murmurs of the Genesee\\nare in my thoughts to-night, and voices dear\\nas home- words, have been falling on my ear,\\ntill I seem again surrounded by those who\\npitied and loved me long ago whose homes\\nwere ever open for my reception, and their\\nhands were never wearied with ministering to\\nmy wants.\\nThe impressions of sound are much deeper\\nand more lasting than those of sight, conse-\\nquently the memories of the blind are always\\nkeepsakes of the heart. Another year has gone\\nby, and I have yet no abiding place, save in\\nthe sympathies of friends but like the wound-\\ned oyster who lines his shell with pearl, I\\nwould, by gentle love, make the dwellings I", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "54 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\ninhabit more pure and white. We cease to\\nHve when we have no longer something to do\\nor bear then why flee from ill, or pity those\\nwho sufler Dews of the night are diamonds\\nat morn, so the tears we weep here may be\\npearls in heaven and we have little cause to\\nmourn over the wreck of hopes, when it opens\\nthe heart to a brighter sunshine, whose warm\\nlight melts its ice to running streams, and cov-\\ners its crags and cliffs with blossoms, and plants\\nalong its rough ways trees whose. fruits and\\nleaves are for the healing of the nations.\\nOn Thanksgiving day, through the kindness\\nof Mr. Dean, I heard Mr. New- York\\nhas many eloquent men, but I have never\\nheard one whose style is so richly beautiful,\\nwhose words are so select, and whose zeal\\nseems so perfectly what the apostle calls ac-\\ncording to knowledge. Tolerant towards all\\ndenominations, liberal in his views, more than\\ncordial in his feelings, he seems to have a heart\\nthat could gather in all the world, and yet\\nhave room to spare.\\nI love such spirits they are the lights of the\\nage beings whom heaven has destined to", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THANKSGIVING. 55\\nleave foot-prints on the sands of time way-\\nmarks to all who would be wise, great, and\\ngood.\\nMr. is but a few weeks home from\\nEurope, and his imagery seems fresh as the\\nsunny vales of England, grand as the glaciers\\nof Switzerland, sublime as the scenery of the\\nRhine, clear and enrapturing as Italy s bowers\\nwhere her time-honored painters drew, and\\nwhere the sons of genius from all lands go to\\nworship at the shrine of Art.\\nFor a northern Thanksgiving dinner, roast\\nturkey is always first in the bill of fare.\\nMy friend Mr. B with whom I dined, is a\\nright true son of Johnny Bull as ever lived\\nwhole-souled, whole-hearted, speaks always\\nwhat he thinks, acts just as he feels, and his\\nhospitality makes one as perfectly at home as\\nhimself Mrs. B reminds me of what I\\nonce heard a Swede say of his countrywoman,\\nFrederica Bremer in the character of all per-\\nsons, we ever find some one or more distin-\\nguishing, trait, but in the soul of Frederica\\nheaven has happily blended all excellence.\\nIn the afternoon Mrs. B and I visited", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "56 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nthe paintings at ftie Art Union she was eyes\\nfor me, and beautifully described all she saw.\\nThe most clever thing in the exhibition is the\\nMother s Prayer, which, while you gaze upon\\nit, seems to breathe, as though touched by the\\npencil but now. I know not which to envy\\nmost, the purchaser or the artist, who, by the\\nway, is an American. Another fine thing is the\\nYoung Mechanic, by Mr. Smith, of Ohio\\nbut perhaps the most famous work of all, is the\\nVoyage of Life, by Mr. Cole. The design\\nis the Stream of Life, bearing on its rippled\\nbosom a little boat, and in it an mfant and an\\nangel to guide. Farther on, the impetuous\\nyouth seats himself at the helm, dashes fu-\\nriously on amidst rocks and breakers, so on\\ndown to tranquil old age, where all is calm\\nand peaceful, and from the spirit- world which\\nopens above, angels have come to beckon him\\naway.\\nOn our way from the gallery we chanced\\nto pass the old Blind Harper, whose voice, like\\nthe strings of his worn harp, was trembling in\\nthe breeze and while I listened to his sacred\\nsong, he seemed so like the weary pilgrim I", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE WORN HARP. 57\\nhad just heard described waiting on the boat,\\nI almost fancied the angels above watching\\nthe close of his strain, to present him a new\\nharp, tuned for ever to the praise of God and\\nthe Lamb.\\nAt our last examination I met your friend\\nMr. G of Brooklyn, who is ever a wel-\\ncome visitor at the New- York Institution for\\nthe Blind. His voice is a sort of watchword,\\nat which the little folks quit their play, leave\\nschool and music, and run to greet him. Oh!\\ncould you see him once throw down his rolls\\nand bundles filled with new dresses, fec., and\\nto their infinite delight unburden his generous\\npockets of crackers, nuts, apples, and candies,\\nsome falling upon the floor, after which they\\nall scramble, playing the kitten, as Mary says\\nv/hen she drops her ball, until they find them.\\nAs the heavens are higher than the earth, so\\nare God s ways above our ways it is not the\\nmost useful who stay longest in the world, or\\nto whom the power of doing good is longest\\npreserved. Mr. G you are aware, is well\\nknown as a philanthropist, and a lover of man-\\nkind. No heart sympathizes more deeply with", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "58 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nsuffering than his, and no hand is open moie\\nreadily and more widely to relieve it.\\nAs the gifted Euler, in the Academy of\\nSciences in St. Petersburgh, saw his figures\\nand angles fade, and all objects of sight pass\\ninto dim distance, so Mr. G tells me, the\\nslow but sure hand of cataract is weaving her\\nveils before his sight, which science has never\\nreached and surgery has rarely turned away.\\nAlready the morning shines but dimly, the\\nnoon is painfully bright, the night shades are\\nthick and foggy, his way is uncertain, and the\\nfaces of familiar friends look strangely, and not\\ntill they speak does he know one from the\\nother. One hath said\\nto die is nothing,\\nBut to live and not see is misfortune.\\nBut it will not be so with Mr. G As\\nHuber knew bees and their habits before his\\nblindness, so Mr. G has learned the ways\\nand the wants of the poor. And when the\\nlight shall cease to stream in upon his mind,\\nthe gladdened smile of the widow and orphan", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "AS I SAW THEM LAST. 59\\nwill be to his heart a sunshine, as pure and\\nlasting as love in heaven. Adieu, Cora.\\nNovember, 1848.\\nRochester, Carry s Home.\\nMy School Friend Laura It is pleas-\\nant to be even the sport of a chance breeze,\\nwhile it continues to sit one down by pleasant\\nplaces. You must know I have become a per-\\nfect wanderer claiming no abiding place with\\nany sect, or people passing the time, however,\\nalways with the good, as invitations favor.\\nThey tell me gratitude that holiest of\\nheavenly emotions is too much the theme of\\nmy letters that I give words of thanks and\\npraise to every body who is kind, all unmindful\\nthat green-eyed prejudice is still in the world.\\nBut, they who say thus should know, years\\nhave gone by since even a harsh word has\\nfallen on my ears since I have seen a frown-\\ning face, a look of anger or revenge. The\\ncold, the unfeeling, whose souls are peopled\\nwith selfishness and haughty pride, never seek", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "60\\nA PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nthe friendship of the bUnd, but, hke Priests and\\nLevites, pass on the other side. So you see I\\nam necessarily always with the good for they\\nalone find pleasure in contributing to the hap-\\npiness of one, who can make no return for their\\nmultiplied favors. Miss Ferrier says beauti-\\nfully in her Marriage, As the ancients held\\nsacred the oak riven by the lightning, so a\\ndelicate mind always regards one who has\\nbeen afflicted, as if touched by the hand of\\nGod himself.\\nWe are creatures of habit, and form our no-\\ntions of the world from what we see of it.\\nWonder not, then, if I call it only bright and\\nbeautiful. Those around may wear looks of\\nsadness may grow old their teeth fall their\\neyes become dim, and their locks gray wrin-\\nkles may be on their brows, trace-marks of\\ngrief and care but they look not so to me.\\nThe last time I saw the green earth, and its\\ninhabitants, they wore yetrthe sunny hues of\\ninnocence and gladness, with which unsus-\\npecting youth covers all things. And so they\\nseem to me now and were I to bear a report\\nto heaven, I should call this a charming- world,", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "THE PLACE OF PRAYER. 61\\na kind, a loving, and a forgiving world I\\nshould say men oftener love than hate, oftener\\ndo good than ill.\\nLong, long be my heart with such memories filled,\\nLike the vase in which roses have once been distilled.\\nYou may break, you may ruin the vase if you will,\\nBut the scent of the roses will hang round it still,\\nIt is Saturday, Laura, the preparation day\\nof the Jews. A March morning, more lovely\\nand clear, never graced an Italian sky. The\\nice-bands of the Genesee are broken, and its wa-\\nters roll on, tossing liquid gems to the sun-\\nbeams. Robins, the first warblers among the\\nleafless trees, are welcoming the Spring.\\nI have been with Lizzy and Carry to the\\nplace of prayer, and the solemnities of the\\nhouse of God are still on my thoughts. White-\\nhaired age, and the young, were there, inquir-\\ning what shall we do to be saved? Mr.\\nWisner opened the exercises with the words,\\nSeek me early, and ye shall surely find me.\\nMr. Shaw followed, addressing himself most\\naffectingly to the youth of his congregation\\nchildren of the Covenant. Miss Allen arose.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "62 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nand in tears, meekly asked the people of God\\nto pray for the young ladies of her school,\\nmany of whom had accompanied her, seeking\\nJesus, whom to know aright is life eternal.\\nBlessed are the pure for they shall see God.\\nThis reminded me of like scenes in the old\\nSeminary Chapel, where we so often assembled\\nfor prayers when not one was left in the\\nschool who had not learned to pray and tasted\\nthat the Lord is good. The voices of those\\npious teachers. Professor Hoyt, Professor Whit-\\nlock, c. their lessons of instruction, their\\nprecious counsels, clustered around my heart,\\nuntil it seemed all life s scattered sweets were\\ngathered into that one hour. Laura, now the\\nsky is covered over with clouds, rain-drops are\\nfalling fast. Oh that the dews of heavenly\\nlove, and the sweets of pardon, would so de-\\nscend upon the earth, making it all like a well-\\nwatered garden, producing abundantly the\\nfruits of righteousness.\\nAs in nature, the brightest sunshine casts\\nthe deepest shadow, so human life is made up\\nof contrasts of lights and shades, calms and\\nstorms, smiles and tears. Laura, we met amid", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "BE BIBLE STUDENTS. 63\\nscenes of mirth, we were happy, we were gay.\\nWe often met, and at every meeting gained\\nsomething for our friendship s storage. You\\nare still in the temple where we worshipped at\\nthe shrine of knowledge. The future is bright\\nbefore you, and its symbols are big with joyous\\nmeaning. But, Laura, were I to ask a boon\\nfor thee, it would not be a life free from ad-\\nverse winds and storms. Joy hath her minis-\\nters, but grief alone subdues and restrains the\\nspirit. As the rod of the sainted Hebrew\\nbrought gushing waters from the rock, so\\nsorrow moves the feeling fountains of the\\nheart. While refreshing your mind at the\\nsprings of Castalia, forget not the once fare-\\nwell words of our good Professor Seager,\\nFirst of all be Bible students. Ignorance\\nof any thing else may be palliated, but if we\\nlack knowledge of the Scriptures, we have\\nno excuse, no pardon. Read often, then,\\nthe Word of God. It will add wisdom to\\nyour thoughts, peace to your life, and thereby\\ngood will come unto thee, and thy days shall\\nbe long upon the earth.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "64\\nA PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nFriend Raymond I am again in New-\\nYork, the city of lights and fountains. Again\\nin the Institution, that is real, that is true, but\\nnot sad. Happiness does not so much depend\\nupon circumstances as we think. Within our\\nown hearts the fountain must dwell, else no\\nnumber of tributaries can long keep alive its\\njoyous gushings and laughing streams.\\nOur promenade grounds, in the rear of the\\nInstitution, covering several acres, are planted\\nwith trees from all quarters of the world, as are\\nthose who wander in their shade. The Ailan-\\nthus from China, the Catalpa from Japan, the\\nsilver-leaved Poplar and Abele from the South,\\nthe European Linden and Norway Fir, and\\nthe Maple and Elm from our own forests.\\nThe front yard is laid out with beautifully\\ngravelled walks, and circles set round with\\nshrubs and flowers. Our best of friends, Mr.\\nDean, who planted them, comes often to tell\\nus of their beauties, their virtues and their na-\\ntive homes. But the old gardener, who has\\nbeen servant in the Institution from first to", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE OLD GARDENER. 65\\nlast, when the flowers faded and the Autumn\\nwinds had strewed the ground with leaves,\\ndead honors of the trees, the old man laid him\\ndown to die. No more he comes to teach our\\ntruant feet where not to tread, and our hands\\nto find the fairest blossoms. He was a son of\\nErin, green isle of the sea and next his God,\\nhe loved his country. His history is to us all\\na mystery but this we know, he had seen\\nmuch of the world, knew much of men and\\nmanners. In his exile, books were his com-\\npanions, and his well worn Bible still lies in\\nthe kitchen window, all unread and uncared\\nfor now.\\nThe Croton is here, too, jetting its limeless\\nwaters in every part of the building and the\\nlittle boys say more birds come here to sing\\nthis summer than ever before perhaps be-\\ncause the trees have grown thicker and higher.\\nProf Root, the vocalist, sings with us two\\nhours every morning. Prof Reiff, a German,\\nwho has for many years had entire control of\\nthe musical department, is with us still. If\\nthe consciousness of making others happy is\\nearth s purest happiness, Professor Reiff must", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "bb A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nbe blessed indeed. To how many of the BUnd\\nhas he given employment, and made their\\nhearts vibrate for ever with the melodies of\\nsong Oh, could you hear him play once, you\\nwould think- as I often do he will have little\\ncause for complaint if, up in heaven, the an-\\ngels do not present him with a new harp, but\\nlet him keep his old ojie.\\nMiss Swetland, our preceptress, has returned\\nfrom her tour South. Escaping the rigors of\\na northern winter has somewhat improved her\\nhealth. Our leisure hours she beguiles with\\namusing incidents of her travels, visits to the\\nCapitol, Mrs. Polk s levees, etc. Miss S. di-\\nvided the winter months between Charleston\\nand Washington, and as you may easily im-\\nagine, gathered much to interest those whose\\nlittle world lies almost within these walls.\\nLast week, Gen. Scott and his Aids paid us\\na visit. The Band received him with Hail\\nto the Chief! When passing them, the Gen-\\neral took off his hat and bowed, which they\\nunanimously returned. The members of the\\nBand are all blind, and how knew they when\\nto return his bow Were not their spirits con-", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE HERO OF LUNDY s LANE.\\n67\\nscious of the deference a greater spirit was\\npaying them? The soul immortal has eyes\\nindependent of the body, which like the quick\\nspirits of the Universe, do neither sleep nor\\nslumber, and no blindness can darken them.\\nThe particulars of the General s visit the pub-\\nlic prints have already given you. Mr. Cham-\\nberlain, after introducing the great Hero, ad-\\ndressed him so beautifully in our behalf, that\\nI must give you a copy of his words as nearly\\nas I can recall them.\\nAllow me, sir, on behalf of the managers,\\nthe officers and the pupils of this Institution,\\nto bid you a cordial welcome. Although cut\\noff from many sources of information enjoyed\\nby our fellow-countrymen, with the history of\\nyour life, identified as it is Avith some of the\\nbrightest pages of our country s history, we are\\nnot unacquainted. All have heard of Fort\\nErie and of the Heights of Q,ueenston of the\\nplains of Chippewa and of the sanguinary con-\\ntest of Lundy s Lane. With our fingers we\\nhave traced the progress of that brave army,\\nwhich from the storming of Vera Cruz to the\\ncapture of Mexico, you have led to triumph", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "68 PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nand to glory; and we have heard, too, that\\nwhen red field was won, and patriotism had\\nsheathed her victorious sword, the claims of\\nhumanity were not forgotten. We have heard\\nthat the same heart which in the iron tempest\\nof battle was firm as adamant, could dissolve\\nin tenderest sympathy by the couch of the\\nwounded and dying. All this, sir, we have\\nheard, and while we have not admired the\\nHero less, we have loved the man more. It is\\nfor this, sir, that we cherish the name of Win-\\nfield Scott; one of the noblest names that\\nfame has ever inscribed upon our national\\nescutcheon\\nOne of the few, the immortal names,\\nThat were not born to die.\\nBut I am reminded that of these precious\\nmoments very few can be accorded to us, and\\nbefore we bid you adieu, I would crave one\\nboon in behalf of my sightless charge. Some\\nof these, when you shall have filled up the\\nmeasure of your fame, and to you the praise\\nand censure of man will be alike indifferent,\\nwill survive and when they shall recount", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "CHIPPEWA AND CERRO GORDO. 69\\nyour achievements, and tell to coming genera-\\ntions, of Chippewa and of Cerro Gordo, and of\\nContreras, and the many other fields where\\nyou have covered the proud flag of our coun-\\ntry with imperishable glory, I would have\\nthem say, too, that once, at least, it was their\\nfortune to listen to the tones of that voice whose\\nword of command was ever to the brave the\\ntalisman of assured victory.\\nGen. Scott s reply was very concise and\\naffecting. All his remarks I do not remember,\\nbut he said he knew by the light of our faces\\nthat our enjoyments, though perhaps more pen-\\nsive than those of persons who see, are not\\nless elevated and refined. Religion, God and\\nthe Bible were so much the themes of his re-\\nmarks, one would sooner have thought him a\\npriest, than a General from the field of battle.\\nWhen he resumed his seat Fanny was intro-\\nduced to him, and recited a poem which she\\nhad prepared for his reception. She alluded\\nto the soldiers revelling in the halls of Monte-\\nzuma. The General afterwards remarked\\nwe did not revel in the Halls of Montezuma,\\nbut subsisted on one meal a day and when", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "70\\nA PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nthe battle ended went down on our knees, as\\nall gQod Christians and soldiers should do, and\\nreturned thanks, and sought the blessing of\\nGod. If analyzed, were their thanks for their\\nown escape, or for their success in disposing of\\ntheir enemies Even soldiers should remem-\\nber, God takes no thanks for murder. The\\nGeneral let Fanny take his sword she un-\\nsheathed it, and raising it high, exclaimed,\\nYou are my prisoner. The great man re-\\nplied, I always surrender to the ladies at dis-\\ncretion. He then joked her something about\\nthe beaux. Fanny said to him, I have never\\nyet seen a gentleman who quite suited my\\nfancy. This put the house in a roar of laugh-\\nter, and such a volley of cheers you never\\nheard. I could not see the General to judge of\\nhis height, but I fancy he must be to the new\\nworld what Saul was to the old, head and\\nshoulders above all other men.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "OUR NIGHT IS UNENDING. 71\\nRochester Willoiv Bank, March, 1848.\\nMy dear, very dear Mary: We, whose\\neyes are closed, have but two divisions of time\\na noisy night and a quiet one. Morning\\ncomes, and the hght streams in sunny rills\\nover all the gladsome earth. Long ago, Mary,\\nwe two awoke, ere the sun had kissed the\\ndews into vapor, and ran joyous to greet the\\nfaces of those we loved, refreshed and beauti-\\nfied by a night of slumbers. And oh, do you\\nremember, Mary, how from the opened doors,\\nin rushed, like resisted waters, a flood of golden\\nlight? When far o er the green hills, the full\\norbed sun showered his splendors; and high\\nup the blue sky, fleecy clouds were flying and\\namong the trees merry birds were singing\\nand on the flowers, busy bees their nectar\\ndraughts were sipping, and all the insect tribes\\nwere humming, and we, too, in girlhood glee,\\nwent singing. How joyful, oh, how joyful, is\\nthe morning But now it is not so our night\\nis unending. Days steal on us and steal from\\nus. We sleep and awaken; but no change", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "72 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\ncomes. No flowers spring up in our path no\\ngarden walks or fields unfold their colors no\\nmountains^ rise no rivers roll nor oceans swell.\\nTo us^ beauty hath veiled her face, and grand-\\neur and sublimity, have passed away. Yes,\\nMary, all things have passed away. The\\nmoon has left the sky, and all the constellated\\nstars have gone down for ever; so the bright\\ndreams of our youth have fled and promised\\njoys come not. All around are blithe and gay,\\nbut from morn till eve, Mary, we move cau-\\ntiously and pensively. Our truant feet often\\ngo astray, and we know not when danger is\\nnigh. As the chained eaglet looks heaven-\\nward, and stretches out its wing in fancied\\nfreedom, so we sometimes intercept the flight\\nof time and live forgetful in light, and joy,\\nand hope, only to return and weep in darkness\\nmore dark, and loneliness more lonely. But\\nMary, our darkness, like the clouds, must have\\nits sunny side, for God takes blessings from us\\nonly when their absence is the greater blessing;\\nsorrow sanctified, quickens into newness of\\nlife, the better feelings of our nature, and\\nMary, does it not make us love our friends and", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "ONE MOMENT OF SIGHT. 73\\nall the.woiid more and go not our thoughts\\nofteiiej up to God and heaven? Imagmation,\\nthat sublime radius of the soul, is every day\\ntaking to herself a broader sweep; piercing\\neven the sepulchre of the buried past and\\ntreading fearless, within the boundary of the\\nunseen. Science or art, or earth or sky, have\\nno treasured worth, nor hidden beauty, that\\nfancy, in her fieetness, does not picture in\\ncolors brighter far, than open eyes can see;\\nand as flowers from the depths of the ocean,\\ncome floating o er the swelling tide, so beauti-\\nful images from the long-forgotten past, glad-\\nden now our searching memories. Galileo,\\nwho saw more than all the world before him,\\nand opened the eyes of all after him, from the\\ntop of his prison, with the instrument his own\\nhands had made, watched the wheeling orbs\\nabove, until his eyes became opaque as the\\nsatellites he discovered in his woes he cried,\\nOh, ye Gods, for power to look once more into\\nthe serene depths of the clear night heaven!\\nIf we may judge from his frequent and happy\\ndescriptions of its beauties, Milton would have\\ngiven all other sights for the glorious morning.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "74\\nA PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nSanderson desired only once to look along the\\npages of a book, and I have heard you say,\\nMary, you would rather see the flowers, than\\nall the world beside But oh if I were to be\\nblessed with one moment of sight, I woui d\\npray, let me look again into the face of a che-\\nrished friend a pair of soul-lit eyes, beaming\\nwith intelligence and love whose spirit-glances\\nimagination cannot picture, and things so holy,\\nunsanctified memory may not treasure. Oh,\\nwhat saddened feelings steal upon us, when,\\nwith ravished ears, we listen to descriptions of\\npaintings on the walls, and rainbows on the\\nclouds. But, Mary, have you never thought\\nthe angels are always nearer then, to bear our\\nthoughts away, where light is, that fades not?\\nWhere the painter, with his brush of divine\\nart, dipped in color s native well, sketches holy\\nimagery; scenery of heaven, where deathless\\nflowers bloom by living fountains, and the fair\\nforms of the blest, when dayspring s fragrant\\ndews hang impearled upon their seraph locks\\nWhere the poet, seated upon some blissful\\nmiound, writes while the inspirations of holy\\ngenius burn along his lines, where Truths,", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE WELCOME VISITOR. 75\\ninto which philosophers here look and grow\\nbewildered with their depth, we shall there ex-\\nplore, invited by the voice of Him who sits in\\nmajesty enthroned, and sways over earth and\\nheaven his potent rule whose creating hand\\nmoulds worlds, and tosses them into the fields\\nof ether pensile hung; clothes the lilies of\\nthe field, and tempers the winds to the shorn\\nlamb.\\nMary, life is what we make it; shut out\\nfrom all that is external, we are pretty much\\nthe creators of the world we live in. Let us\\nsee to it then, that we be good creators. Since\\nday and night are the same, we can as well\\npeople our minds with the beams of the one,\\n-as the clouds of the other; as well call back\\nimages of joy and gladness, as those of grief\\nand care. The latter, hovv^ever, may some-\\ntimes be our guests to sup and dine, but let\\nthem, never be permitted to lodge with us.\\nWe came forth in childhood s morn to gather\\nflowers, and because on our way we have\\ndropped a few, we will not sit down and weep\\nover the lost, but rather amuse ourselves by\\ncounting and admiring those we have left.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "76\\nA PLACR IN THY MEMORY.\\nBlindness makes us painfully dependent; but\\nGod forbid our hearts murmur, or our lips\\ncomplain. The earth is the Lord s and the\\nfulness thereof. The cattle upon a thousand\\nhills are his running waters and green pas-\\ntures are in his hands, and even now, he may\\nbe leading us hither^ by ways we have not\\nknown In the love and sympathy of friends,\\nwho every where hasten to do us kindness,\\nwe have a well-spring of pleasure, inexhaust-\\nible as the good feelings of the human heart.\\nCora is an angel of patience, Mary, or I had\\nnot written you so long a letter. Her little\\nhand must be weary, though she says no, and\\nwhen I complain of troubling her, she folds\\nher arms around my neck and whispers, af-\\nflicted friends are our ministering spirits for\\nus they languish for us they die.\\nMary, it is four by the clock, and I fancy\\nmyself again in the Institution parlor, drum-\\nming a piano lesson, as if noise were its only\\nobject. Now opens the door; Kitty, Libby,\\nJosey, and Susa, all in the same breath inquire,\\nMr. Dean? Mr. Dean? No; he has not come\\nyet; away they run and presently return with", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "WHAT HAS HE NOW f 77\\nsome dozen more now they are not mistaken\\nhis well-known tread in the hall they heard,\\nand his voice guides them to his arms; some\\nare in his lap, others hang around his chair;\\nall expect a kiss, a kind word yes, and some-\\nthing more. Look! what has he now for\\nthese, his pet children? Pine-apples, bananas,\\nfigs, oranges These with a father s fondness\\nhe divides, answering meantime their many\\nquestions of the people who grow and gather\\nsuch delicious fruits.; how preserved, where\\nprocured, ifec. But where is Charley, the pet\\nof all the house? forgive the little rogue, he\\nhas gone trudging up .the long stairs with a\\nheart full of complaint to Miss Wild, that his\\napron-pockets ain t bigger enough. Patting\\nthem on the head affectionately, Mr. Dean\\nsays, go away now my children to your play,\\nwhile I read a little to these larger girls bless\\nhis heart some choice book we know, perhaps\\njust from the press and as we sit encircled\\nround, hour after hour goes unheeded by, till\\nlate in the evening we bid him good night at\\nthe yard gate. It is a long walk to Mr. Dean s\\nmansion, but happy thoughts, like good society,", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "78\\nA PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nalways annihilate time and distance. Oh!\\nMary, is it not heart-mending to live over in\\nafter time, seasons of such rich enjoyment. I\\noften wonder who comes to read for you du\\nSabbath evenings, now our friend Mr. Muriay\\nhas made his home in Oswego. We nevei\\nforget those to whom we have been truly kind\\nso we will hope thoughts of those whom his\\nfrequent visits made so happy, will come to\\nhim sometimes even there. Yesterday, two\\nCanaries were presented me one I shall bring\\nto you, and the other to Ann. Their voices\\nare equalled in sweetness by none but your\\nown. Pardon me, if I flatter, but 1 could not\\ncompliment their musical powers more, or des-\\ncribe them to you better. Remember me kind-\\nly to all in the Institution, and say, in the\\nmonth of roses I shall again be with them.\\nGood-by, Mary.\\nNeiv-York Institution for the Blind.\\nFriend Carrie, In the light of many\\nmemories I sit me down to write you. The\\nhohdays came, and all were again abroad for", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE OLD DUTCH CUSTOM. 79\\na little season of pleasure, and I need not tell\\nyou that the Institution began to seem lonely\\nenough, to those too far from home and friends\\nto share with them the recreations of the sea-\\nson when to my delight Mr. H. M. Whitney,\\nof Rochester, came and escorted me over to\\nBrooklyn. The old Dutch custom of devoting\\nthe first day of the New Year exclusively to\\ncalling, for the gentlemen, is still kept up with\\nmuch enthusiasm in New- York and Brooklyn.\\nFor this one day in the year at least, the ladies\\ndo turn democrats, and with open doors and\\nhearts receive with free toleration, all those\\nwho choose to look, in upon them. It is a nice\\nway too of adding new acquaintances to one s\\nlist for instance, if there chance to be a strange\\nfamily in the neighborhood, or church, and a\\ngentleman, by introduction or otherwise, pays\\nthe lady a New Year s call, she soon after, if\\nthe acquaintance be a desirable one, returns\\nthe obligation by calling at his house.\\nThere was never a brighter winter morning\\nthan dawned with the new year. Broadway\\nwas one grand masquerade. Proteus had less\\nshapes than the fashions of its equipage.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "80 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nHeads of buffaloes, bears, lions, and tigers,\\nwere mounted on every stage-coach, omnibus,\\nand all sorts of vehicles that go on wheels or\\nrunners. I do not mean that these ciieatures\\nwere really abroad so uncaged, but lesser ani-\\nmals, you know, sometimes wrap themselves\\nin the skin of the stronger, and go about like\\nthe sheep in wolf s clothing.\\nAmong the many who called on my friends\\nMrs. Barnes and her sister, was the learned\\nProfessor Davies. Mathematicians are not al-\\nways social in their feelings, fertile m imagi-\\nnation, or fluent in speech but I have seldom\\nmet so cordial, warm-hearted, and happy man\\nin conversation, as Professor Davies. Listen-\\ning to him, you would think he numbers all\\nthe fine arts in his string, and his formulas\\nand infinite series besides. By some associa-\\ntion, the cause of my blindness was asked\\nwhereupon I told the good Professor plainly,\\nthat I believed he had something to do with it\\nthat I strove too hard to see the end of his\\nmathematical course, and after passing many\\nwearisome days and nights with his too fasci-\\nnating Legendre, Bourdon, surveying, and cal-", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE VEGETARIAN. 81\\ncuius of radicals, an irritation by weeping and\\na slight cold darkened my eyes for ever. Now,\\nCarrie, if I could only manage to demonstrate\\nto the Professor, by one of his own formulas,\\nthat he was, in point of fact, the original cause\\nof my blindness, I see no reason why I should\\nnot send in my bill to him and how much\\nshould it be Really, one could not think of\\nasking less than a thousand dollars for a pair\\nof hazel orbs, such as mine were, always bright\\nwith looks of gladness, to say nothing of their\\nusefulness and that sum, Carrie, would make\\nme independently rich, for you must know,\\nsince Mr. Dean sent me to the water-cure\\nestablishment, I have learned to live without\\nmeat, butter, salt, tea or coffee quenching\\nmy thirst always, as Kirke White says, luxu-\\nrious from the limpid wave. And according\\nto Graham s computation, a true vegetarian\\ncan fare sumptuously as need be upon fifteen\\ndollars per year and, certainly, the difference\\nbetween that and seventy would clothe one,\\nand pocket money beside. God grant that little\\nfortune may yet be mine then I shall be the\\nhappiest creature alive.\\n4*", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "82 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nWell, we had other calls, too the gallant,\\nthe brave, the young, the gifted, and fascinat-\\ning, all pouring in pell-mell, by the score and\\ndozens, with a happy New Year on their\\nlips, music in their voices, and their brows\\nclothed with smiles, new from the fair faces\\nthey had just left.\\nIt is astonishing how many words and ideas\\ncan be exchanged in a little time when both\\nparties are agreeably excited. Seemingly, in\\nfive minutes, Dr. Powers gave us a synopsis\\nof the different modes of observing the day in\\nall the countries of Europe. The polished\\nMarquand introduced us to Paris scenes so\\nfamiliarly, that we seemed almost enjoying her\\ndazzling fetes. Mr. Humphrey, of Amherst,\\ntalked of paintings, then the classics, the land\\nof marvels, and our genius, Powers, in Flor-\\nence and lastly, reference was made to the\\nNew England festival, where I believe he was\\ntoasted orator of the day. Lawyer Burr\\nhad on his sunniest face though emphatically\\na man of the world, a calculating and specu-\\nlative disciple of Blackstone, yet no laugh was\\nso merry as his, and no efforts to please more", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. 83\\nheartfelt. I envy you such an uncle; and\\nwhy should I not Just think of his holiday\\ngifts Mrs. B s hundred dollar ring, and\\nEmma s pearl and feather fan, and splendid\\nbooks beside.\\nSunday morning we went to the Mission\\nSunday School, the children of which are ga-\\nthered from the highways and hedges. Could\\nyou see these little ones in their cellar homes,\\nand contrast them now in the cheerful Sunday\\nSchool. The hand of benevolence has washed\\nthem from their filth, put on them comely gar-\\nments, and set their feet in new shoes, and\\nwhile I listened to them repeating the A, B, C,\\nand reading stammeringly, verses of Scripture,\\nthey seemed a cabinet of im wrought jewels,\\nand every lesson a touch from the hand of the\\npolisher, revealing some new and heavenly\\nl^eauty. The school at present numbers one\\nhundred and fifty-seven, taught and sustained\\nby those of all denominations, who, like the\\ngreat Teacher of mankind, love to do good.\\nMr. Barnes, for a New Year s gift, presented\\neach of them, one of Mrs. Sherwood s stories\\nfor children. Poverty is a school, but her dis-", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "84 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\ncipline is not always healthful to the mind and\\nheart too often her children become proficients\\nin art and deceit, which they through life prac-\\ntise upon an unsuspecting world. Even there\\na child, too provident, was found smuggling a\\nsecond book to sell on the morrow, as she said,\\nfor a penny to buy bread. Children can be\\ndrawn and kept in the right way only by the\\ncord of love, and their waywardness should\\nbe checked by the same. My lips will never\\ncease to whisper blessings on the members of\\nthe Mission Sunday School and may God\\nlove and bless them too.\\nFriend Carrie, believe always, that I love\\nyou. With the compliments and good wishes\\nof the season,\\nI am affectionately yours.\\nInstitution for the Blind.\\nMany things are dark to sorrow, but not\\nall even blindness has its morning and its\\nevening. True, at night we cannot see the\\nstars in their blue homes, nor the sun at morn\\nL", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "CLOSE OF THE DAY. 85\\nyet they both have many voices, and when\\nthe eye is turned away, the ear affords new\\navenues to the heart, through which the spirit,\\nthough a prisoner, may becoiiie elevated and\\nhappy.\\nNew- York Institution for the BUnd seems a\\nparadise, where purity dwells, peace and con-\\ntent rule all hearts, and love is our guardian\\nangel. The murmur of the Hudson blends\\nwith the breeze, and high in the new-leafed\\ntrees birds sing the hours away. It is a home\\nof flowers, where blind girls wander in angel\\ninnocence, now twining garlands in their hair,\\nnow bowing their heads to smell and kiss the\\nblossoms, they may not pluck and with\\nthankful lips they speak of him who placed\\nthem there.\\nThe sun has veiled his splendors behind the\\nhills, save here and there a truant beam lin-\\ngering, as if reluctant to quit the world, till\\ntny j)oor eyes have seen their light. School\\nduties are over, all are abroad, each to his fa-\\nvorite diversion. Eddy, the blind Pole, (better\\nknown as the blind prodigy,) is at the organ.\\nHaydn s Creation is now a creation of his own.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "86 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nThe spirit of its author is on him he is the\\npersonation of genius the sightless spirit of\\nlovely sounds. Here comes my little friend\\nCynthia, the blind poetess, to tend her plants.\\nWhispers are on her lips low and sweet as an-\\ngel lutes her thoughts go in rhymes. A copy\\nof her Poems has lately been published, a\\nthank-olFering to her friends, which like her-\\nself, every where meets a warm reception.\\nNow the air all around rings with the\\nschool- girl s merry laugh the old servant who\\nhas been in the Institution since it was found-\\ned, from years and respect has long had the\\ntitle of Mr. is with them at the swing.\\nRide fareless, my pretty craturs, says he,\\nand if the swang comes down, I ll be after\\ncatchnig your swate souls, all in my arms, to\\nbe sure.\\nA school like this is a world by itself, the\\nmanners and customs of which are as mlike\\nthe real world as possible. A few evenings\\nsince, I chanced to be in the little girls sitting-\\nroom the subject of then* innocent conversa-\\ntion, then happened to be, the birds. The\\nCanary is the sweetest singer in the world,", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "LIZZY S FAVORITE BIRD. 87\\nsays Cassy. That may be, says Lizzy, but\\nits feathers are not half so soft and pretty as\\nthe grasshopper s. Psha, says one more\\nexperienced, the grasshopper is not a bird.\\nIt is, says Lizzy I have felt them fly\\nagainst my head, many a time, though my\\nlittle hands could never catch one and sister\\nMary used to say they were a beautiful green,\\nand she wished I could see them.\\nAnother time little Matta says to Angy, Do\\nyou know that, when you speak a lie, the\\nguilty feeling comes out all over your face, so\\nthat those who see you know that you are\\ntelling a story? No, says Angy, I do not\\nthink it, though I have heard mamma say\\nI to little brother. You are guilty, I can see\\nit in your eyes and you know my eyes are\\nclosed, and she never said so to me. Well,\\nit is so, says Matta, and that is the way\\nGod sees our hearts, and knows all we are\\nthinking.\\nThe past and the present are as the two\\nsides to a pane of glass we cannot see the one,\\nwithout seeing the other now, I remember\\nthe morning when Mr. Loder left me here.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "88 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nIn Rochester I was always surroimded by the\\nbest of friends, by whom my every wish was\\nanticipated but here it was not so, and more\\nthan ever I felt that 1 was blind and in the\\nworld alone. Two long days wore away\\nthen came the Sabbath and a Sabbath in a\\nstrange land is a lonely day indeed during\\nthe morning service, I heard nothing. My\\nthoughts were far away over the current of\\nyears my soul turned back upon itself, and\\nin my heart I said to die is nothing, but to\\nlive and not see, is misfortune. When all\\nhad left the Chapel but myself, I began grop-\\ning my way back to the parlor. There all\\nwere social and happy, as mortals may be,\\nbut my heart was too full for words or tears.\\nPresently a tread was heard inside the door\\nOh Mr. Dean, Mr. Dean, exclaimed every\\nvoice, have you come? we are glad to see\\nyou. Have you brought a book what is it\\nand how long will you read to us Mr.\\nDean is one of tire Managers, and a kind\\nfather to us all and though a man of busi-\\nness and his residence in town, yet he finds\\ntime to visit us every day, and the interviews", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE DESERT AND THE FLOWER. 89\\nare to us all lights in a dark place. In a few\\nda^^s he brought his daughter to see me, to\\nwhose kindness I owe much happiness. Her\\nfriendship has been to me what Mungo Park s\\nflower was to him in the Desert.\\nAfter seven months confinement to the walls\\nof an Institution, can you imagine with what\\ntransport I received through her an invitation\\nto pass a little time in the family of Mrs.\\nAllen, of Newark, New Jersey, the city of\\nElms. Her home is seated soft among the\\ntrees. Mrs. A. has seen many years her\\nheart is the home of pious emotions, and to\\nknow her is to love her.\\nNot long since, through the kindness of Mr.\\nTownsend, of this city, I had the pleasure of\\nhearing Dr. Dewey, who has lately returned\\nfrom Washington. I had heard the remark\\nthat he was not so eloquent in the pulpit as\\nwith his pen that, like Goldsmith, he could\\nreason best when alone but a more eloquent\\nand heart-healing discourse I have seldom\\nheara. In consequence of declining health,\\nhe is about closing his ministerial labors and\\nworks of love but he will leave with his peo-", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "90 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\npie a name set round with good deeds, like a\\ndiadem of honor.\\nInstitution for the Blind.\\nMy ever dear Eliza: I planted you in\\nmy heart long ago it was then a garden plot,\\nfresh and green, and full of blossoms. But\\nnow, how changed Mildew and death are\\nthere, and frosts cold and frigid have turned\\nits leaves, and sleety winds have shaken them\\nto the ground. And yet, dearest, you stand\\nnow as then, firm and beautiful. Like the\\noak, you have spread your branches, and I\\nin my weariness come to repose in their shade.\\nEliza, many times the moon has waned\\nsince I wrote to you but loving as her beams\\non the hills, are my memories of the Seneca,\\nand those who dwell by its shore. I have\\nbeen ill. Health is indeed a precious gift,\\nwithout it we can hardly be happy within our-\\nselves, or useful to those around us. Suffering\\nthe will of God, and doing it, are very unlike\\nbut in every condition we have something to", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "WATCHFUIi SPIRITS, 91\\nbe grateful for. Indeed, I doubt, if we are\\never so placed that we have not more smiles\\nfor the day, than tears for the night, and more\\ncause for joy than mourning. Watchful spirits\\nare at every post. Angels with folded pinions\\nare in every path, indeed the world is full of\\nthen; Our feet never stumble, want never\\napproaches, and ills of any kind are seldom\\nlong in the way, but some Samaritan hand\\nlifts us out of them. No night is so dark that\\nour Father s smile cannot cheer it, and no\\nplace is so barren, so far removed, that his\\nblessings and mercies cannot reach it. And\\nbow rich and bountiful they come. New\\nevery morning, fresh every evening, and re-\\npeated every moment of our lives.\\nIt is November. The frost has bitten the\\nforest leaves, and the trees are robed in\\nAutumn s bleeding hues. The day-god is in\\nthe sky, gladdening all the world, but oh, he\\nsheds no light for me. Nothing strikes the\\nchord of responsive memories like music. Eliza,\\nthis morning the Band are in the chapel, play-\\ning Love Not, and the variations and with-\\nout the winds are blowing a sort of trumpet", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "92 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\naccompaniment now, the tide of their rich\\nharmony ebbs and flows along the borders of\\nmy soul, kindling my thoughts, and making\\nmy pulses beat quicker. Now they are scat-\\ntering Mozart s Requiem on the air. Oh,\\nHeaven be always thanked for an atmosphere\\nthat may be formed into sweet sounds. Looks\\nof love are bright things, but words are far\\nmore dear. The fonner play upon the heart\\nlike moonbeams upon the waters, but the lat-\\nter sink down into it, thence coming forth in\\nblossoms and clustering fruits, like seeds lost\\nin the earth. No wonder the deaf Beethoven\\nby gesturing words exclaimed, all the plea-\\nsures of sight and sense, all my eyes ever\\nsaw, would I give for one whisper to my\\nheart.\\nRocliester, Oct., 1846.\\nDear Clara: Tis Autumn, and to-day\\nthe winds howl mournfully among the trees.\\nFour long weeks I have been pillowed on a\\nsick couch, and though with nluch of its dra-", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "A DREAM. 93\\npery around me, I can to-day sit in an easy\\nchair. Fever still burns on my cheeks, and\\nmy brow is pressed with tiirobbing pain. Last\\nnight they fed me opium, and I slept a plea-\\nsant sleep. I dreamed of other days. I\\nthought that we again, arm in arm, paced the\\nhalls of the old seminary, and talked confid-\\ningly of bright realities in the future. The\\nchime of the welcome school-bell again rang\\nin my ears, and I heard the halls echo with\\nthe familiar tread of many feet, and mingling\\nvoices, all buoyant with hope and love.\\nThis mornmg I engaged a friend to write\\nfor me, while I fancy myself whispering in\\nyour ear the story of all that grieves me, and\\nwrings every joy from my heart. Truth is\\noften stranger than fiction, and the tale I shall\\ntell you needs no coloring. Clara, I am blind!\\nfor ever shrouded in the thick darkness of an\\nendless night. And now, when I look down\\nthe current of coming years, a heavy gloom\\nsettles on me, almost to suffocation. Is there\\nany sympathy in your heart? Oh then weep\\nwith me, for now, like an obstinate prisoner, I\\nfeel my spirit struggling to be free. But oh.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "94 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\ntis all in vain, tis all over, misery s self seems\\nstopping my breath, hope is dead, and my\\nheart sinks within me. Clara, I am in a land\\nof strangers too. Stranger voices sound in my\\nears, and stranger hands smooth my brow,\\nand administer to my wants. I see them not,\\nbut I know they have learned the laws of\\nkindness. I love them, and pray Heaven to.\\nhold them in remembrance.\\nBut let me change the subject. The first\\nyear after we parted at school, my love of\\nknowledge increased every day. I continued\\nItalian with a success that pleased me. I\\nread various French authors, besides trans-\\nlating most of the Old Testament Scriptures,\\nreviewed Rollin, c.\\nIn June last, Dr. De Kroyft was seized with\\nhemorrhage of the lungs. He sent for me and\\nI came to him. Every day his lips grew\\nwhiter, and the deep paleness on his brow\\nalarmed me. Now, in a half-coughing tone, I\\nhear him say, Helen, I fear the hand of con-\\nsumption is setthng on me, and ifij days will\\nsoon be numbered. On the afternoon of the\\nFourth he visited me, went out, and returned", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "I SAW HIM DIE. 95\\nno more. Our wedding-day came. It was\\nhis wish, and by his bedside om- marringe\\nwas confirmed. Soon after I saw him die.\\nThey laid him in the ground, and I heard the\\nfresh dirt rattle on his narrow home, and felt\\nas if my hold on life had left me. I lingered\\nin R a few weeks longer. How I got\\nthrough the days I do not know. William s\\nroom, his books, and the garden where I wept,\\nare all I remember, until I awoke one morning\\nand my eyes were swollen tight together. I\\ncould no more move them, or lift up the lids,\\nthan roll the mountains from their places.\\nThey were swollen with an inflammation that\\nthree days after made me for ever blind oh,\\nthe word! Like the thunders of Niagara it\\nwas more than I could hear. Thus, dear Clara,\\nin simplicity, I have told you all. No, not the\\nhalf Words can never reach the feelings that\\nswell my heart, imagination can never paint\\nthem. They are known only to me. Sorrow,\\nmelancholy, blighted hopes, wounded love,\\ngrief and despair, clad in hues of darkness, all\\nbrood upon my silent heart, and bitter fear is\\nin all my thoughts. Oh, what will become of", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "96 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nme? Is there benevolence in this world? Must\\ncha?:ity supply my wants? Will there be al-\\nways some hand to lead me? Have the blind\\never a home in any heart? Does any thing\\never cheer them? Are their lives always use-\\nless? Is there any thing they can do? So I\\nquestion, and wonder, until with morphine\\nthey quiet my distracted thoughts. When my\\neyes were swelling as if they would quit their\\nsockets, and my entire being was racked with\\npain, forgive me, Clara, I did question if there\\nbe a God in heaven who is always merciful.\\nBut to-day, in the calmness of better feelings,\\nmy confidence is unmoved, and though he\\nslay me, yet will I trust in him. Though I\\ndo not feel all the self-abnegation of Fenelon,\\nyet I am certain my heavenly Father loves\\nme, and will grant me ever his protecting care\\nand sustaining grace. Adieu, but think of me,\\nand pray for me sometimes.\\nP. S. Dear Clara:\u00e2\u0080\u0094 This is the first letter I\\nlave prompted to any one, and is it possible\\nthat I am never again to write with my own\\nhand, or read the letters of my friends when\\nthey come? Oh God! save me, lest I mur-", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL, THOUGH FALLEN. 97\\nmur. You must write my dear mother, Clara,\\nand comfort her, for I camiot.\\nInstitution f 07 the Blijid.\\nDear Eliza To-morrow you will leave\\nschool, you say, to return never more. Sol-\\nemn words. When our lovely parent Eve\\nmade her last round of delight in her garden\\nhome, played gently with her sportive fawns,\\npressed kisses on her flowers, and lingered by\\nEden s meandering streams, whose murmurs\\nseemed a lower strain, blending sweetly with\\nthe songs of her caressing birds, she smiled\\nsadly on all she loved, and passing hurriedly\\nthe closing gate, the words of the protecting\\nAngel fell on her ear Never more never\\nmore They Avent on, Adam and Eve,\\nbeautiful though fallen thorns grew up in\\ntheir paths, but memory, ever wont to dwell on\\nwhat is pleasing, often reverted to lovely\\nEden, its laughing brooks and fountains, where\\nseraphs had been their familiar guests but", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "98 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nEve could only sigh never more The winds\\nand the zeph^^rs caught the melancholy air,\\nand to the farthest verge of time echo s last re-\\nsponse will be Never more, never more.\\nWhen first the fountain of a mother s feelings\\nwas stirred, looking despairingly on the form\\nof her child, cold in death, the Angels beheld\\nwhat till then they had never seen, a spirit or\\nmortal weeping for that which may return,\\nnever more. Tears are the language of feel-\\ning, the dews that water love, and keep it\\nalive when its leaves would wither.\\nEliza, believe me, it is better that you learn\\nearly what hardships are, and how to meet\\nlife s many ills. Begin now to share another s\\nwoe, and help to bear the burden under which\\nthy neighbor may be sinking. Check often\\nthy mirth and go to the house of mourning,\\nand school thy buoyant voice to speak sooth-\\ningly to the distressed. Life is not a dream.\\nYoung or old, we have always something to\\ndo, and something to bear. Our work too is\\nhere, and the voice of beseeching suffering\\ncalls us to it, and the cry of love and philan-\\nthropy is, Come over and help us. Fields", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "HAVE YOU NOTHING TO DO T 99\\nof usefulness are as many as the doors which\\nenter the abodes of the poor. And have you\\nnothing to do Shall your hands be busy only\\nto adorn your frail body and twine garlands\\nof flowers 1 Have you no energies of heart and\\nmind to spend in the great work of self-cul-\\nture, and the amelioration of mankind The\\nterms you have passed at school, have enrich-\\ned your heart with enlightened feelings, and\\nstored your mind with new and aspiring\\nthoughts you have received new impulses to\\nyour progressive nature, and enlargement of\\nyour mental and moral capacities, for which\\nyou are answerable, and will be held respon-\\nsible to the great Father of mankind. The\\nphilanthropic Howard, speaking of a young\\nfriend, said, She taught me to forget myself\\nand live for my neighbor. Her morning and\\nevening visits to the poor were simple in them-\\nselves, but in their effects you see they were\\nboundless and lasting as eternity. When\\nHenry Martin s sister hung affectionately about\\nhis neck, entreating him with all the earnest-\\nness of tears to remain with her, he replied\\nSister, the Saviour you taught me to love", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "100 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nhas a work for me in a heathen land, and I\\nshall go to it, trusting your prayers and His\\nlove will sustain me there. Such homebound\\nefforts and examples are swelling springs in tlie\\nhillside, whence flow multiplying and fertil-\\nizing streams, whose healthful influences are\\nfelt throughout the world. They are seeds\\nplanted here to blossom in a higher, holier\\nlife. Now while you are lingering on ground\\nso hallowed, so sacred to the heart and mem-\\nory of both teacher and scholar, would that\\nsome heaven-born resolve, worthy the place\\nand the hour, might find a lodgment in your\\nthoughts, and a resting place in your heart.\\nIt is the misfortune of some to be ever vacil-\\nlating between good purposes and their non-\\nperformance. If you would be truly useful,\\ncontinued and persevering action must mark\\nyour every course. Take unto thyself then a\\nstandard of what is right, and make all else\\nyield thereunto. Then, what though thy\\nsmiles fade and tears come in their stead, and\\nthe world frown darkly on thee, if so there be\\nno clouds between thee and thy God", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "LEARNING MUSIC. 101\\nBrooklyn, Anniversary Week.\\nFriend Carry The last six months I\\nhave drummed a piano at the rate of seven\\nhours per day. And now, when I see how\\nhttle I have acquired that is really useful, I am\\nready to exclaim with Mrs. Hopkins cook, Oh\\nwhat an inglorious way of spending one s time\\nMusic is indeed a science of difficult attain-\\nment, and in order to excel, even the most\\ngifted must commence it in early life. For\\nhowever well one may understand the theory,\\n7nanual skill is wanting.\\nThe British bard was not far from right\\nwhen he said in life there is no present for\\ncertainly a moment is no sooner here, than it\\nis gone, and we find ourselves either drawing\\nfrom the past, or robbing an imagined future.\\nRemind you, dear, of mornings in the old sem-\\ninary, when your room-mate, Helen, returned\\nfrom a recitation, and in girlish glee tossed her\\nbooks upon the table, and perchance shook you\\nuntil the tasteful braids of your hair tumbled", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "102 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\ndowii, and then, to make all well, kissed your\\nlips, and promised never to do the like again.\\nCarry, as I loved you then, I love you now.\\nCare has left some traces upon my brow, bui\\nreally the order of my feelings is but little\\nchanged. Perhaps I am wrong, but I always\\nallow myself to think the fault is in the place\\ninstead of my eyes, and persuade myselX I\\nshould see well enough if the blinds were only\\nthrown open, or the lights brought in. But it\\nis not so the windows of my soul are surely\\ndarkened, and no light is there, save the un-\\nborrowed lustre of its own jewels, and the\\nmingled rays of those spirit stars, love and\\nhope, which never set. Cheered by their light,\\nMilton wove his celestial strains, Gough pur-\\nsued his botany, culled his flowers, and ar-\\nranged his plants the Swiss Huber tended his\\nbees, Buret chiselled marble, and Giovanni\\nGonelli moulded clay into forms that to their\\ngentle touch seemed warming into life.\\nI wonder if St. Paul was blind. I believe\\nHannah More in her beautiful essay upon him,\\nthinks he was. If so, he must have managed\\nto write better than I do, or there was no need", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "BROOKLYN FEMALE ACADEMY. 103\\nof his explaining to the Corinthians, that he\\nhad saluted them with his own hand.\\nMr. Crittenden has removed from Albany,\\nand presides in the Brooklyn Female Academy\\nYesterday I attended his anniversary exami-\\nnation. I thought the recitations more syste-\\nmatic and thorough than any I have ever\\nheard from classes composed only of ladies.\\nBesides, I like Mr. C. s mode of examining\\nhe only names the subject, without any assisting\\ninterrogatories. The pupil is then required to\\nfollow closely the reasonings of the author,\\ngiving his ideas in her own words.\\nThe recitations were mostly heard in the\\nlibrary, and during the interim of classes Miss\\nEmily gave me its etceteras. In the middle\\nof the floor is a large case of birds, gracefully\\nperched, but voiceless as they are lifeless. The\\nbooks are new, and mostly from modern and\\nselect authors. The cabinets are quite large,\\nbut the chemical and philosophical apparatus\\nis yet in its infancy, though they say it is\\ngrowing fast. The picture gallery is an upper\\nroom, lighted from the sky. The walls are\\ncovered with pencillings and paintings of the", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "104 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nyoung ladies. It is customary for each to leave\\nthere a piece of her work. There is something\\nin this idea exceedingly pleasing to me. There\\nstood their easels with half-finished paintings\\non them ekes of men and women, as Kirke\\nWhite says and half-drawn rivers, and out-\\nlined ruins of cities and castles. Last evening\\nwe heard Strakosch again, the celebrated pia-\\nnist to the Emperor Nicholas. I wish you\\ncould once hear his fingers dance through the\\nmazes of sound, almost up to the highest note\\nin all nature, which Professor Whitlock says is\\nthe noise the musquito makes when he beats\\nthe air with his wings then down to the low\\nflutter of the miller, and the far-otf droppings\\nof falling water. His style is so fascinating,\\ndear me if all the Emperor s subjects are like\\nhim, I envy him his reign. Why it v/ould be\\nlike sitting upon the summit of delight, with\\nharping fairies at one s feet. Have you read Mr.\\nJacob Abbot s Crowned Heads of Europe?\\nNot long since I passed a day in his school.\\nBeing near the close of the term, the young\\nladies were exchanging parting gifts. One re-\\nceived a Chinese work-box, and gave in return", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "I WISH THEY WERE BETTER. 105\\na beautiful guitar, and a volume of Jenny\\nLind s songs, paintings, books, boxes, card-\\ncases, bracelets, rings, daguerreotypes, (fee,\\nwere among their tokens of school-day love.\\nAbout the whole establishment there seemed\\nan air of wealth and refinement. Mr. Abbot\\nwas exceedingly affable he spoke very freely\\nof his travels, books, c. When some reference\\nwas had to the great excellence of his produc-\\ntions, he very modestly replied, I only wish\\nthey were better. Carry, I purposed writing\\nyou only a little note, but really I have\\nmade quite a letter of it, if indeed the stringing\\ntogether of disjointed sentences can in any case\\nmake a letter.\\nFriend Phin: Not more welcome could\\nbe the appearance of an Inn to a weary tra-\\nveller, than was your kind letter to me. It\\ncame when it so happened that most of our\\nseeing people were absent, and with it in hand,\\nI ran many times from first to third story,\\ndodging in at every door, in pursuit of a j^air", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "106 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nof eyes. At length an old servant, by aid of\\nhis glasses, spelled out the name upon the\\nmargin, and my curiosity thus much relieved,\\nI went on with my practising. We have no\\nsuch thing here as music with raised notes.\\nWe are all taught orally, and play from me-\\nmory, the same as I would have learned music\\nelsewhere, only perhaps more scientifically. I\\nfind the blind folks here a singular sort of\\npeople indeed. Their habits, manners, and\\nideas of things are so unlike the worlds that\\nI am to them all a foreigner, as the Paddy\\nsaid of the French. Now Phin,\\nyou are not far from right when you call this\\nInstitution a nunnery^ for it is certainly a place\\nwhere ladies retire from the world, and never\\nmore see the face of man. Some are here for\\nlife; others for a specified time. We have\\nnine pianos in the Institution, and some eighty\\nwho practise upon them, which affords only\\none hour each per day. We have also two\\norgans, besides violins, flutes, and a large brass\\nband. All these going. I quite forget I am\\ninclosed with iron doors, and granite walls,\\nand seem the inhabitant of a spirit land, where", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THERE I BREATHED LOVe s VOW. 107\\nharmony reigns, anthems are ever new, and\\never throbs with melody the air.\\nI wish you would come over some time, and\\ntake a run with us around the gymnastic pole,\\na walk on the promenade grounds, or a swing\\nin what they call the sciqjp. I pass an hour\\nevery morning in the upper piazza, on the side\\nof the building that looks away towards Ro-\\nchester. Oh truly, the fairest land is where\\nour friends abide. Rochester has been to me\\nan eventful place. There my eyes first opened\\nto this beautiful world, and there they closed\\nupon its glories for ever. There I learned to\\nlove, and there I breathed love s vows there\\nI saw the guardian angel break the idol of my\\naffections; there, in the night-time of sorrow\\nand care, strangers took me up, and blessed\\nme, and loved me too. Oh chide me not then,\\nif, more than all the world beside, I love the\\nwarm hearts of Rochester.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "108 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY\\nStone Cottage,\\nThe stars are bright on the brook by the\\ndoor, as if they had ahghted there, awhile to\\nbathe and watch their shadows in the sky\\nwhence they came. Night, oh lovely night;\\nin thy peaceful hours the heart is ever wont\\nto go abroad in search of those it holds most\\ndear. The last hour, Nin has been reading me\\nThe Lays of Many Hours, by Miss Maylin,\\nof Salem, New Jersey, a cousin of the distin-\\nguished Dr. Bowring, of England: there is a\\nbeautiful ease in the tread of her fancies, which\\nreminds me of Mrs. Embury.\\nYesterday we finished The Neighbors,\\nand in the evening paper saw a notice, that\\nits fair authoress is on her way to our country.\\nI wonder who will go out to meet her. Cer-\\ntainly, the ladies of our land should do some-\\nthing to signalize their gratitude and esteem\\nfor one of their sisters, from whom they have\\nreceived so many lessons of literary and do-\\nmestic instruction.\\nNine summers ago, in a neat school-room, a", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "COUSIN WILL. 109\\nlittle way down the hill from my uncle s, I\\nplayed the school-mistress. One day, a black-\\neyed, curly-headed little boy, with a green sat-\\nchel on his arm and a straw hat in his hand,\\nwalked into the room and accosted me so\\nhandsomely, that I was straightway in love\\nwith him; and when I asked his name, he\\nreplied promptly, Master William Lovejoy,\\nMa am my father and mother are travelling\\nthis summer, and if you please, they have sent\\nme to attend your school. Ah said I,\\nwe are indeed very happy to welcome you one\\nof our little number. Then by way of atten-\\ntion, I gave him a conspicuous seat, hung up\\nhis hat, then opened his satchel and looked\\nover his books, smoothed down his curls, and\\npatted his rosy cheeks, until the new-comer\\nseemed to feel himself quite at home then I\\nwent on again hearing my little ones read\\ntheir a, b, c, and spell out their b 1 a, bla But\\never and anon my eyes wandered to little\\nWilliam s seat and as often met his^ glancing\\nover his shoulder, peeping quizzingly into the\\nface of one, and exchanging knowing looks\\nwith another, and when he saw me observing", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "110 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nhim, half laughed, and looked on his book\\nagain.\\nI soon learned that his mother was a dis-\\ntant relative of my aunt, which served not a\\nlittle to increase the interest I already felt in\\nmy new pupil. However, the summer wore\\naway, the school closed, William s parents re-\\nturned and took him to their home. Another\\nsummer passed, and my dear aunt died. I\\nsaw them lay her in the grave and shortly af-\\nter William s mother came to me, saying,\\nEvermore I will be your aunt, and my home\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2shall be your home. And his father added,\\nYes and if she will be a good girl, she may\\nhave me for her uncle and me for Cousin\\nWill, shouted a sweet voice, and with his arms\\naround my neck, half said and half kissed\\nCousin Helen, on my tearful cheek.\\nA few years after, when these rayless shades\\nhad but lately gathered about me, a letter from\\nCousin Will first broke my melancholy.\\nCome to us, said he we think of you all\\nthe time. Come, do come soon bring all your\\nbooks and every thing. Mother and I have\\nmade all the plans for the winter what we", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "SCHOOL-DAY RELICS. Ill\\nshall read, and where we shall go, and so\\non. Your pet table has been in my room this\\nsummer, and that old chair with the squeak-\\ning back you loved so well but they are all\\nreplaced now, and it looks there again as if my\\ndear coz. had but just stepped out.\\nFriday, you know, was our National Fast\\nDay. I took no supper the previous evening,\\nnor breakfast the next morning attended\\nchurch at St. Luke s heard Marion play.\\nDuring the service I took it into my head and\\nheart to be lonely, and on my way home said\\nto sister, Come, let us go and see what time\\nthe stage leaves for F. In spite of her re-\\nmonstrances we did so, and at three I took a\\nseat for a ride of twelve miles, over to the home\\nof my black-eyed, curly-headed Cousin Will.\\nThere all my books and papers were, and all\\nmy letters since I first began to write, and all\\nthe little relics of my school-days, which Cousin\\nWill read for me, and I tore them in pieces and\\nburned them. Not a scrap have I left which\\nhas my handwriting on it, save a little French\\nsong which I copied a long time ago. That I\\npreserved for you, and a drawing of a little", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "112 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\ntired deer crawled among the brambles to\\ndie. In my Bible I found a book-mark which\\nI send yoUj for my hands will do those things\\nno more.\\nMany days Cousin Will and I have wan-\\ndered together in the woods, and under the old\\nelm tree, a little back of the house, read poetry\\nhours together, until his speaking eyes saw\\nbeauty in every thing. Now, we wandered\\nover the same grounds, he guiding me, where\\nlong ago I led him.\\nLong Island, Water Cure, Aug. 30, 1848.\\nIt was a chance breeze that blew us to-\\ngether, and Monday morning the same bore\\nus apart. We met as strangers always meet,\\nbut our spirits came very soon to know each\\nother we talked freely, you were very kind,\\nand I of course liked you for that. Next I\\nlearned to esteem you, for I thought you just\\nand good. I fancied a native love of right,\\ninterwoven with every lineament of your", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "A NEW FRIEND, 113\\nnoble features, and expressed in every air of\\nyour manly bearing. In short, from our little\\nacquaintance, I have gathered the impression\\nthat you are a generous, high-souled nature,\\nthat you had rather lay down your life than\\ncondescend to a wrong act. I prize your\\nfriendship, and evermore, if it be your pleasure,\\nI will count you in the list of my correspond-\\ning friends. Let the world frown ever so\\ndarkly, or prosperity smile ever so charmingly,\\nit will be all the same in my confidence and\\nsimple affections there will ever be a place for\\nyou and as you said in your good-by to Mrs.\\nH once in a very long time think just a\\nlittle of me, so I will say to you. Think of\\nme only when you can get no subject of\\nthought more engaging, or find feelings to\\nshare more congenial. Could you have look-\\ned back on us the day after you left, and\\nbeheld what a gap your departure made in\\nour circle, I think you would have acknow-\\nledged yourself complimented, if not a little\\nflattered. Every time the ladies met they\\nregretted your departure, but the gentL^men\\nsat round in the piazza grinning, as if they", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "114 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY,\\nwere glad of it. That little Swede has so\\nstepped into the good graces of the young\\nladies, that they have nearly adopted him\\nBeau General, in your place. He has told me\\nmany little incidents of his history which\\ninterest me much. Since he has been in our\\ncountiy, he has supported his aged father by\\nhis hard earnings, the poor man meantime\\nsupposing his son amassing a fortune in the\\nNew World. He knew the Bremers, and his\\naccounts of them are very pleasing.\\nDr. R plays matron this week, and\\nthe patients do nothing but brag of their fare,\\nand say no more about going away. We\\nhave such excellent bread and delicious grid-\\ndle-cakes and such magnificent mush, so\\ncoarse ground, the kernels must have been\\ncracked three into one. You write very\\nenticingly of the City, but you have no sea\\nbreeze there, no hills to gaze upon, no Sound,\\nno beautiful bay and woods with sleeping\\nlakes among no brooks where to wander, or\\nhills to climb.\\nI received a note from my good friend Mr.\\nD to-day, from which I infer he has not", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "BE WISE BE GOOD. 115\\nreceived mine by you. Please get it to him\\nas soon as convenient. Kind regards to your\\nfun-making brother. May he always be\\nmerry as now oh no, I will take that back.\\nReverses and disappointments make us con-\\nsiderate. We are here to be prepared for\\nanother life, and the course best for us our\\nHeavenly Father will mark out, and thither\\nour footsteps must fall. Be wise, be good, be\\ntruthful to thyself, and fear God, that thou\\nmayest be happy here, and numbered with the\\nblest hereafter.\\nP. S. The long road you taught us over the\\nhill, Kate and I walk three times every day\\noften stopping on the brow of it, to roll the\\nstones far below. Then we trudge on, talking\\nsometimes delightedly and sometimes sadly.\\nDo not indulge too freely in those good things,\\nor you will have to return here, where you\\nknow self-denial is not only a virtue but part\\nof the treatment.\\nYesterday a party of us sailed up the Sound,\\nand passed an hour in the house where\\nGeneral Washington, soon after the war, in\\nhis tour of Long Island, stopped over night", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "116 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nwith his friend Daniel Young. A son of the\\nsame gentleman resides there still, but his\\nhead is covered with the garniture of the\\ngrave, and like the roof that shelters him, he\\nmust soon fall to the earth.\\nLong Island Water Cure, Aug. 1848.\\nMy Good Friend Mr. D. I have waited\\nthese many days hoping to find a hand long\\nenough above water to write you. The sail in\\ncompany with your excellent friend. Vice\\nChancellor McC. and Mrs. IN., (to whom he\\nintroduced me soon after you left,) was delight-\\nful indeed. The briny air of the Sound was\\nfree and bracing, and over those peaches our\\nchat was more like the meeting of familiar\\nfriends, than the growing converse of stran-\\ngers.\\nDr. S. met me at the landing, as you and he\\nhad arranged, and his cordial reception quite\\nbanished all my fears. It was the same at the\\nhouse indeed they all seemed to know me, and", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "WATER-CURE PATIENTS. 117\\nas they gathered round, one after another, for\\nintroductions, I verily thought myself breath-\\ning a new atmosphere, and shaking hands with\\nthe people from a chmate at least forty degrees\\nwarmer than Institution latitude. Pardon my\\ndetail, but I wish to tell you as much as pos-\\nsible of the kindness of Dr. S. He seated me\\nat table next himself, directly opposite Mrs. N.,\\nand every attention possible has so far been\\npaid me.\\nWe have a very pleasant company of ladies.\\nThe gentlemen are representatives of almost\\nevery nation, all however very affable and en-\\ntertaining. An English officer, who was\\nwounded while engaged in the Glueen s ser-\\nvice in India, seems a sort of walking Ency-\\nclopedia, a perfect embodiment of general in-\\ntelligence this, united with an eloquent voice,\\nmakes him quite the intellectual star of our\\ncircle, and as we are allowed no time for read-\\ning, it is fortunate to have such an inexhausti-\\nble fund to draw from. There is a gentleman\\nhere too from St. Petersburgh, whose father\\nwas a Russian general, his mother a Polish\\nlady, and when the country of the latter struck", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "118 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nfor freedoiHj the son bared his breast for the\\nland of his mother, and of course can return\\nto his home no more. He is gallant as a\\nknight, and affable as a Frenchman, and more\\nkind and attentive to the wants of all, than\\nany one here.\\nKnowing this to be the resort of invalids, I\\nexpected to find all very quiet and sad, but a\\nmore merry group I never met. Here, to get\\nwell, the patients have a round of duties to\\nperform, each tasked according to his ability.\\nIndeed exercise is an important part of the\\ntreatment. When I arrived, some were play-\\ning ball, others were returning from long\\nwalks some singing, playing the piano, organ,\\nguitar, violin, and so on. We have one sub-\\nject of conversation which never wears out,\\nthat is, diet, diet. They say it is the same at\\nall establishments of this kind the treatment\\nmakes people hungry; and besides, we are\\nobliged to live plainly, and one meal is no\\nsooner over, than little groups in the piazza\\nand all around are talking about what they\\nwill have to eat the next time. Some have", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "SHROTES HUNGER CURE. 119\\ntheir food weighed to them. Eight ounces of\\ncoarse hread, or its equivalent, is, I heheve, all\\nthat many are allowed.\\nDr. S. is at present giving us a course of lec-\\ntures upon Shrotes theory of the Hunger\\nCure. This is indeed the strangest thing I\\nhave heard yet, starving a man to make him\\nwell. Shrotes establishment is a little way\\nup the mountain beyond Priessnitz. Dr. S.\\nsays he actually saw and conversed with a\\nman there, who had not tasted food nor water\\nfor seven days, save what his body drank in\\nfrom the surface, as he was every day several\\nhours rolled in damp sheets.\\nDr. N., President of Union College, is here,\\nreceiving treatment for inflammatory rheuma-\\ntism. When he came he was moved only in\\nhis arm-chair, which has a wheel on each side,\\nand so constructed that he rolls it himself by\\nmeans of two levers. This morning he walked\\na little way on the piazza alone, and oh how\\ndelighted he was, but he is yet a very great suf-\\nferer. A friend in New- York sends him every\\nmorning a basket of choice fruit, from which I", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "120 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nam often favored. Mrs. N. has promised me a\\nride in their Uttle three-wheeled carriage, a\\nkind of vehicle that I never saw.\\nMy health is certainly improving cold watei\\nor something else has so shocked my nervous\\nenergies into life, that I can already walk\\nseveral miles in a day. The treatment is not\\nso disagreeable as I feared, and on the whole\\nI am passing my time very pleasantly. In-\\ndeed I am entering into the full spirit of the\\nwater cure, and its every variety of bath.\\nHowever, Mr. D., I shall heed your caution to\\nexamine every day my fingers and toes, and\\nwhen I see them showing any signs of being\\nconnected by those thin membraneous sub-\\nstances, known to naturalists as wehs, I will\\nmost assuredly, as you say, ask the doctor for\\nhis bill, and hurry home for I have no idea\\nof joining any of the finny tribes, whatever\\nelse may become of me. I can hardly think\\nit possible that you wrote your last in an at-\\nmosphere heated to 92\u00c2\u00b0 Fahrenheit. Indeed\\nif Hamlet had been with you, he might have\\nrealized personally his prayer", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "THE YOUNG BARON. 121\\nOh that this too, too solid flesh would melt,\\nThaw, and resolve itself into a dew.\\nYou say, if Hydropathy, Allopathy and Ho.\\nmoepathy fail, there is still left Chrono-Ther-\\nmal treatment. I do not know what that is,\\nbut fancy I should prefer Shrotes fasting plan\\nas my dernier resortP\\nNew- York Institution for the Blind,\\nMarch 22nd, 1849.\\nWhen I heard of the cholera in New Or-\\nleans, I easily imagined the sad dilemma you\\nwere in. I saw you in the lonely hotel tread-\\ning the floor, then stopping short, lost in trou-\\nbled thought. I saw too the shadow of gloom\\nthat settled on your brow, and though far\\naway, be assured I shared your fears, for I\\nknew it was not for yourself you were suffer-\\ning. Is it not possible that we have misnamed\\na part of our Heavenly Father s dispensations,\\nfor coming as they do, all from the same hand,\\nwhy are they not all good? I wish I could\\nsay something this morning that would divest\\n6", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "122 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nyou of every care, and banish every shade\\nfrom your thoughts. But the bravest and best\\nhave been those Avhose pilgrim feet were of-\\ntenest torn.\\nAcross the way are some Germans, among\\nthem a young Baron who is sorely distressed,\\nand my heart aches for him. Though but\\nnineteen years old he has passed the ordeal of\\nthe Mexican war, and is now suffering its\\npainful consequences. God pity the youth\\nwhose inexperienced feet have wandered so\\nfar from his home, where he has no one to\\nspeak an encouraging word or lead him again\\nin the right way. His brother is one of the\\nprincipal actors in the present revolutions of\\nGermany, and his poor mother writes that her\\npillow is never dry from her tears for her lost\\nson.\\nWhen Julian was here last we went to see\\nhim. What a good creature Julian is; he\\nseems to me the very personation of truthful-\\nness and benevolence. I wish you could have\\nheard his encouraging advice to that young\\nBaron. Beside being unsophisticated and un-\\nassuming, he is nobly generous, frank, and", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "MY LITTLE HOME. 123\\nstraightforward as a sunbeam united with\\nthe artless innocence of youth, he possesses\\nthe stirring energies of a man, and tliat un-\\ncompromising integrity which characterizes all\\nhis ways, must secure him success in any un-\\ndertaking. He seems very much pleased with\\nthat little Miss A., but says he is not in a posi-\\ntion to marry, so you see he is discreet withal.\\nSometimes he brings up his guitar, and really\\nhe plays and sings with a great deal of taste.\\nWell, it has at last come to this they say I\\nmust get my home by making a book, and ad-\\nvise me to publish a little volume of my letters.\\nMr. C. and Mr. D. say they will help me all\\nthey can, and I am half a mind to undertake\\nit. Do not say one discouraging word, for I\\nhave already too many fears to insure success.\\nBut never mind I shall yet by some means\\nhave that little cottage, little parlor, little\\nkitchen, and little cook, little carriage, little\\npony, little driver, and all that sort of thing.\\nMy amanuensis is laughing, I suppose she is\\nthinking what gay times you will all have\\nwhen you come to see me, and Mr. M. too,", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "124 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nwith his wife and fortune. Mr. B. better hurry\\nup, for Mr. M. does not bring so many oranges\\nhere for nothing besides, you know S. is very\\nsusceptible of the tender emotion. I hope nei-\\nther of them will trifle with her feelings, for\\nwith her such an injury would be irreparable,\\nas she is so inexperienced in such matters.\\nI have just two things more to write you\\nfirst, I anticipate your visit to New- York,\\nsecond, I hope it will be soon, and for the sake\\nof euphony I will add a third there is no\\ngood in this life that I do not pray may be\\nyours. I have always told you more pros-\\nperous days will come and I feel now that\\ntheir dawning has begun. Put on your feet\\nthe sandals of sincerity, fastened with the\\nbuckles of integrity bind about your heart\\nthe noble principles of Christianity in a word,\\ntake up yourself just as you are, and go forth.\\nIf barriers are in the way, wait not to remove\\nthem, but, like the heroes of old, boldly tread\\nthem down and when the sun has crossed\\nthe sky a few more times, you will be in pos-\\nsession of Avhat you so much desire.\\nYou say my friend Sarah is beautiful more", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "OLD CLAIMS REGARDED. 125\\nthan that, she is good. I have never known\\na young lady across whose mind the shadow\\nof change so seldom falls. As you see her\\nfirst, so she is ever after, joyous, kind and af-\\nfectionate Mrs. S., her aunt, is a very model\\nof female excellence and her son Willie is\\nwell worthy such a mother. But the rest of\\nthem are mortals like myself.\\nYou and David must visit fast as possible.\\nTry on each other s coats and hats, and ex-\\nclaim, What perfect fits pay each other\\ncompliments, as you gentlemen do, get angry,\\nmake up friends, c. c., then set your face\\neastward. I give you leave to stop in R., and\\nsay all the nice things possible to Miss M.,\\nonly so you say them fast. But you and\\nSibyl need not flatter yourselves that I shall\\nagain sit quiet and let you two talk all the\\ntime and spar, and cast out your leads to\\nsound each other not a bit of it. I knew you\\nlong first, and old claims should always be\\nregarded besides you are not to look at her\\nwhile you talk to me either. I will leave it to\\nDavid if I am not right, and not at all exact-\\ning.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "126 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nI wish there was in this world one othei\\nspirit that now and then could fly ofl in tan-\\ngent raptures, like poor Ned. Why, they\\nmight have all the ecstasies of seven worlds\\ncrowded into this one little terraqueous wheel-\\ning orb, and yet talk of brighter days to come.\\nHe has come home again from the South,\\nwith his head so completely turned with admi-\\nration for that little Creole, that he talks of\\nher all the time, when not abusing his bad\\nEnglish.\\nGeneva^ June, 1848.\\nCousin Will I have lived long enough\\nto learn that things are not always what they\\nseem. As ripples play lightly upon the smooth\\nsurface of a summer sea, while far below dark\\nand turbid waters are waiting the storm-god to\\nmove them to fury, so a smiling brow, often\\nconceals a storm of revengeful passion. Words\\nof love and friendship often tremble on the\\nlips, while curses nestle in the heart. So all\\nthrough life, things are not what they seem.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "APPEARANCES DECEIVING. 127\\nA show of affluence is often as true an index\\nof poverty, as want itself. The poorest of the\\nmetals is often mistaken for the richest coin so\\nby means of art and worldly tact, man may\\npalm off his ignorance for knowledge, and his\\nvice for virtue. So again, a man of wisdom,\\nclad in mean attire, and surrounded by homely\\ncircumstances, may be as easily mistaken for\\nthe ignorant and unaspiring. When the mo-\\ntive is not known or appreciated, how differ-\\nently the act appears and we find ourselves\\nto-day censurmg a deed which to-morrow we\\nmay loudly applaud. Therefore, Be not\\nwise in thine own conceit, and Judge not,\\nthat ye be not judged, are sayings worthy of\\nall acceptation. The youth who to-day plays\\non the green with a herd of other ragged lads,\\nobserved but to be pitied, may in a few years\\ncontend honors with La Place and Newton,\\nand read titles with Lord Rosse and the starry\\nLe Verrier.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "128 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nMy dear Mrs. Snow I have no sight-\\nseeings in Europe to i^icture you, no history\\nof blood and tears to write, no storms of ocean,\\nnor chistered beauties of Naples, and its rival\\nbay Rio Janeiro to describe, nor ruins to paint,\\nsave those of a broken heart among which\\nthe voice of buried love ever moans, like the\\nsighings of decay amid fallen temples and\\nmouldering castles.\\nWe have our preferences as well for things\\nas persons. Of all the trees on these grounds I\\nlove most this branching mulberry it shades\\nme oftenest when the sun is bright, and when\\nthe night dews are heavy on its leaves, it\\ncovers still my brow, till long after the moon\\nhas waned and many stars have set. Oh,\\nnever breathe to human ear thy sorrow, but\\nsoothe thy grief in humble prayer and when\\nthy full heart goes up to Heaven, let none but\\nspirits hear.\\nMy hand has become a perfect truant, placing\\nthe letters now on one side of the line, and\\nnow on the other to remedy this we use a", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "NOTHING COULD CALL THEM BACK. 129\\ngrooved card under the paper and write with\\na pencil, which accounts for the strange-look-\\ning sheet I send you. Not long since I heard\\nDr. T say in a sermon, it is a principle\\nof our nature to prize that highest we are most\\ntroubled to get; no matter, then, if you are\\npuzzled a little to decipher these erratic\\nwords.\\nFour weeks ago our school closed and a\\nparty of some fifty went on board the Santa\\nClaus for Albany, thence by the cars to their\\nrespective residences. Others on the same\\nday left for their homes in New- York and its\\nvicinity, till very, very few were left. Night\\ncame, and the halls and corridors, so accus-\\ntomed to echo with merry laugh and tread,\\nand sounds of music, from the large organ\\ndown to the trumpet whistle, were all silent\\nand departure seemed whispered every where.\\nLittle Henry, who ran back to the sick room\\nonce more to say good-hy to poor Jakey, was\\nunfortunately left. When he returned to the\\nlower hall, behold, the omnibuses were far\\naway, and nothing could call them back or\\nstay their progress. We tried to comfort him,\\n6*", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "130 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nbut all his full heart could say was, want\\nto go ho77iey\\nThe moon was on the hills, the stars came\\nout, and the shades of night had fallen beauti-\\nfully on all the weary world we were sleep-\\ning forgetful and happy, when suddenly the\\nspacious dormitory, the chapel, and all the\\nempty rooms were filled with sweet sounds,\\nwhich seemed pouring in at the windows and\\nsifting down from among the trees. What\\nis it, and where is it every one starting up,\\nalmost wondering if the spirits of the Blind\\nhad not come back to serenade those they had\\nleft. The Bird Waltz, says one, as Us\\nchirpings were echoing every where it was\\nnone other than the Christies themselves,\\ngathered among the firs in the front yard to\\ngive our loneliness a serenade. They played\\nlong and beautifully. Lovely May and other\\nof their Ethiopian songs were never half so\\nsweet, for which we could make them no com-\\npliments. We had no bouquets to toss them,\\nno lamps to light, and could only enjoy their\\nmusic in silence but when our quick ears\\nfollowed their departing footsteps, our love and", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "WE WERE LONELY. 131\\ngratitude would have turned their harps to\\ngold, such as minstrels wake beyond the\\nsky.\\nIn the morning, as each seemed to know better\\nthe feelings of the other, we were more silent,\\nand our breakfast had little relish. One after\\nanother left the dining-room, till, when the\\nmoment came for the bell, there were none to\\ndismiss. I took my portfolio and came to this\\nfavorite tree. Presently the girls began to\\npass, walking as usual, two and two, with\\ntheir arms encircling each other s waist, for\\nthe mutual protection it affords. Says one\\nto her mate, During vacation I will teach\\nyou six songs, with the symphonies and\\naccompaniments, if you will teach me those\\nHerz s Exercises you know, and some pieces\\nof Mozart and Haydn. Agreed, was the\\nreply I will tell you one of them now, and\\nthen we will go and practise it. Said an-\\nother, When I finish my spread, Fm going\\nto knit a purse and bag to send to my amit.\\nAnother, I shall knit nothing but star and\\noak-leaf tidies this vacation, and one coat for a\\npresent to little Georgie so they went on.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "132\\nA PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\ninnocent creatures, crossing again and again\\nthe angling walks, some counting the positions\\nand bars of music, some planning pastimes,\\nand others wondering who of their mates had\\nreached Home.\\nCome, sit you down here, girls, said I,\\nand I will tell you a story, if you please.\\nOh good, good, exclaimed every one, and\\nin a moment they were all planted upon the\\ngreen sward, in the best listening mood pos-\\nsible. I told them the tale of Aunt Mercy,\\nafter which we arranged to meet every morn-\\ning, and I was to repeat, as well as memory\\ncould bring it back, a chapter of AYarren s\\nNow and Then, which Mr. Hastings read\\nto me last winter. Then each in her turn\\npromised to do the same from some volume\\nwhich she had heard. Little Jenny begged to\\nbe excused, said she never could keep awake\\nthe reading hour, and had forgotten all the\\nstories she ever heard. Caty complained tliat\\nit always took all her time to keep Helen still,\\nso she had heard none of the reading matter\\neither. Unless she could think of something\\nDetter, Mary proposed treating us to some of\\nI", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "MORNING WORE AWAY. 133\\nWilson s Tales of the Border. Maggie\\nspoke of some chapters from the Diary of a\\nPhysician, but, said she, they all end so\\nsadly.\\nEmployment is truly the chariot-wheel of\\nthe soul without it we only drag weary ex-\\nistence along. The morning wore away, and\\nthe two months vacation began to seem a little\\nlife-time, and all the days dark and dreary\\nTowards evening, to my delight and as-\\ntonishment, Miss S. returned. Get your bon-\\nnet and shawl, said she. I could not go to\\nBoston, and leave you here so lonely I have\\ncome to take you to Brooklyn, to stop a little time\\nwith some friends and the last two weeks I\\npassed at the delightful home of Mr. and Mrs.\\nEmory, and Mr. Augustus Graham, a very in-\\nteresting old gentlemen, if indeed it is at all\\nproper to call a man old, merely because the\\nfrosts of many winters have blanched his locks\\nand deepened the furrows on his brow, while he\\nstill retains the mental freshness of youth and\\nall the acting excellence of half his years,\\nMr. Graham is a native of Edinburgh, edu-\\ncated in London some fifty years since he came", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "134 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nto New- York, where by his own industry and\\neconomy he has amassed a fortune which now,\\nin his dechning years, he is distributing for\\nthe reUef of the unfortunate and distressed,\\nwith a hand as hberal and free as the heart of\\nbenevolence and philanthropy could ask.\\nOn our Nation s last birth-day, Mr. Graham\\npresented to the Brooklyn Institute and Hos-\\npital the pretty sum of fifty thousand. Oh,\\nwho would not wish the power of dispensing\\ngood so freely In a word, who would not\\nlike to be rich? Mr. Graham s apartments\\nare caskets of choice books, paintings, engrav-\\nings, (fee. One day, speaking of Paris, he\\nplaced in my hands a little relic of the Bastile,\\nwhich he procured as follows Passing ovei\\nthe grounds, and finding nothing worth pre-\\nserving, the guide took him around by the outer\\nwall, where he spied, far up in a niche, a figure\\nbereft of every limb that seemed breakable^ save\\none finger, pointing in lone astonishment to the\\nshades of misery which must ever haunt the\\ngrounds of the Bastile. Being a pretty good\\nBenjamite, Mr. G. threw a stone and felled\\nthe finger to the ground. Come, said the", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "RELIC FROM THE BASTILE. 135\\nguide, we had best be going from this place,\\nor those guards will be after us. So Mr. G.\\npocketed quickly his well-earned relic, and\\nwalked away. The finger has on it the in-\\ndenture of the nail and the little creases of the\\nfirst and second joint, as perfectly as though\\nchiselled but now.\\nInstitution for the Blind.\\nMy good friend Mr. D. When I look\\nover the past I cannot see that either in my let-\\nters or interviews I have ever added to your\\nmind one pleasing thought, and yet you bear\\nwith me.\\nThe veneration I ever feel for your worth\\nand character so silence my words and restrain\\nmy actions, when in your presence, that I often\\nthink that you may with good reason suppose\\nme wanting in the grateful love I should che-\\nrish for so valuable a friend. But believe me,\\nMr. D., if your dear Augusta and Juliet were\\nmy own sisters, I could not love and esteem\\nyou more.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "136\\nA PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nMy remaining sight you probably value as\\nlittle as I do but this I do desire, to see the\\ntime when my eyes will cease to trouble me.\\nI cannot arrange sentences sufficient for a\\nletter, listen to an hour s reading, or practise\\nthe least, or spend an evening in conversation,\\nbut the morbid irritation in the nerves and\\nmuscles of my eyes becomes so painful as to\\nkeep me awake nearly the whole night. Three\\nyears I have submitted passively to the pre-\\nscriptions and decisions of the faculty, never\\nonce lifting my voice approvingly or otherwise.\\nLast summer the advice of all the doctors\\nwas, Go to the springs showering and bath-\\ning will do more for you than medicine. But\\nthat was impossible. Others again urged me\\nto return and try the water-cure in New- York.\\nTo that various objections were raised indeed\\nI knew nothing of it myself until a friend gave\\nit a very satisfactory trial. She has a minia-\\nture apparatus, douche and shower-bath in her\\nown house, which I used some time last winter\\nwith much benefit both to my general health and\\neyes. Now, you see Mr. D. what I am at I\\ndo very much wish to pass one week or", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "MY ORACLE.\\n137\\ntwo in the water-cure establishment somewhere\\nin New- York. I have a conviction that it will\\nboth remedy my dyspepsia and consequent ir-\\nritation of my eyes. May I make the experi-\\nment I know it is expensive, but the twenty\\ndollars you gave me I still have, and some\\nbeside, which I think will suffice.\\nMy spirit sees no look of disapproval in\\nyour thoughts. However, you will tell me\\nplainly what you think of it, and your\\nAvords shall be my oracle I will ask no other.\\nPray pardon me for troubling you, and believe\\nthat I only desire to know and do the right.\\nStone Cottage, June, 1849.\\nAn hour ago I bathed in the crystal waters\\nthat flow fast by the cottage door, then with\\nMary followed up their winding way, treading\\non the soft shadows of nightfall, which come\\nto sleep among the bushes and flowers.\\nThis afternoon we crossed the bridge up the\\nhill road to the wood, and deep in its shade", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "138 A PLACE IN THY MExMORY.\\nsat US down, and opened the book which Mary\\nhad brought to read. So every day, with my\\nhead pillowed in her lap, and her little hand\\non my brow, I beguile the hours which other-\\nwise were long and weary.\\nThe clouds are thick about me, I cannot see\\nthe face of one Angel, nor hear the flitting of a\\nwing, nor the echo of a harp, nor one whisper\\non the breeze. My heart is hard and I cannot\\nweep. I am not good or I were, more blessed\\nand more happy, and more like the sweet spi-\\nrits, who with folded pinions linger unseen\\nabove our pathway, ever beckoning us on in\\nthe good and right way.\\nOh that I could dissolve my thoughts and\\nmould them anew, free from all evil. Oh,\\nthat in the light of heaven I could whiten\\nmy immortal nature from all the stains which\\nsin has made. Then my soul would put on\\nher wings and go to breathe the expansive\\nairs of heaven, and seize upon the revelations\\nof her spiritugj being, and learn her destiny in\\nthe future life, whither to our shortsightedness\\nthe way is unmarked, and to our weak faith\\nand httle coiu-age her realities are solemn and", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "LIVING FOR GOD. 139\\nfearful; and when we would enter there and\\ngrow famihar with its white scenes, something\\nearthly draws us back, and whispers, not\\nyet, no, not yet. Oh, my soul, when wilt\\nthou be ready? when will thy work be done?\\nwhen wilt thou rise and set thy house in or-\\nder, and see to it that thy charities be all num-\\nbered, and thy goods be distributed to the poor,\\nand hasten thy feet to the abodes of the dis-\\ntressed, set thy hand to smooth the pillow of\\nthe sick, and place cooling waters to his fevered\\nlips? Thy field of labor is in this life, and\\nwhat thou wouldst do for God, thou must do\\nfor his creatures.\\nInstitution for the Blind. June V2t]i, 1848.\\nFriend Mumford: I find here so little\\nincident, so little that is sufficiently suggestive\\nto awaken and call forth those lively emotions\\nwhich make the soul of epistolary writing, that\\nI really approach it with diffidence.\\nBesides, you must not expect me to invest\\nmy pages with that coloring and vivacity that", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "140\\nA PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nI would, were I mingling more with the world.\\nRetirement is favorable to sentiment, but pent-\\nup feelings die, and unexpressed and unshared\\nthoughts do wither.\\nWe are so constituted that suggestive so-\\nciety of some kind is needful, as well for our\\nhealth and happiness as our mental culture.\\nThinking is perhaps a more healthful exercise\\nfor the mind than reading, for books are but\\nthe symbols of thought and feeling and as the\\nsubstance is preferred to the shadow, so the\\noriginal is better than the copy. The sources\\nof conversation and locality from which we\\ncan derive any positive improvement, cover\\nonly a little space in the learned world to the\\nactive mind, hardly more than the boundary\\nthat girts the infant s cradle.\\nThe future is unknown. We have not an\\neye like the Infinite, to pierce its dark veil, and\\nread its mystic lore. To the past, then, we\\nmust go for knowledge, and books are its only\\nchronicles, the only caskets in which its price-\\nless pearls are set. To me the temples of\\nknowledge are all barred, and its fountains are\\ndried or turned to rocks, and I have no power", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "HOW TO PLEASE. 141\\nto bring again their gushing waters. I may-\\nno more drink from the streams of Pieria, or\\nsip the dews of Castaha.\\nEvermore mine is the brow of night, whose\\nstars are set. Flowers are at my feet, and\\ndews Uke diamonds are scattered all around,\\nbut the li^ht is gone, and I cannot see them.\\nGrief has long had a place in my heart, and\\nmelancholy and sorrow have been familiar;\\nbut to-day something like the shadow of des-\\npair is nestling there. Oh God save me, save\\nme, oh God! There is a wildness in my\\nthoughts, a dread, a torturing fear that is swal-\\nlowing up my very life in wretchedness, more\\nthan words can speak. How real sorrow doth\\ndeceive the world She weeps the long night\\naway, and at morn puts on a sunny brow to\\nmeet those around her and while they won-\\nder at her cheerful joy, she answers well and\\nwisely too ills are only severe blessings, and\\nwhen received with a prepared heart, they do\\nus the greater good. Besides, if we would\\nplease others, we must ourselves at least seem\\nto be pleased; and it is well when, as Gold-\\nsmith says of the French, we grow to be what", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "142\\nA PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nwe seem. Common pity mixed with common\\nscorn I do despise, my soul loathes the very\\nword; but give me your friendship growing\\nfrom esteem, and I will thank you and love\\nyou too and such as my poor heart has will\\n1 give in return, and perhaps in our little com-\\nmerce we may both grow richer.\\nYou remember deaf Maggie. To-day I\\nengaged to entertain her, but her senseless\\ngibberings have wearied and sickened every\\nfeeling, till my spirit cries, How long, Oh\\nLord how long One can play the philan-\\nthropist to the low and ignorant, and share\\ntheir little thoughts, and if possible try to lift\\nthem higher, and with ready delight minister\\nto their wants but to be ever companioned\\nwith them, to be herded one of them, is hard\\nto bear.\\nMy whole nature thirsts for a higher and\\nmore improving intercourse, and longs to feast\\nagain upon the beauties of kindling and in-\\nspiring thoughts. We are progressive bemgs,\\nand our every act, every thought or emotion,\\nshould be a step in our pj^ogressive life As\\nthe least blow upon this little earth, in its acting", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "GREATER THAN A GENIUS.\\n143\\nand reacting force is felt through the inimita-\\nble fields of space, and that eternally, so man s\\nmost simple word or feeling, in its effects will\\nremain unmeasured, when matter s last atom\\nshall have wandered back to that chaos,\\nwhence it came forth.\\nYou say you make no claims to genius very\\ntrue but you have what in my opinion should\\nbe prized far more, an entire set of strong na-\\ntural powers, developed by early culture, disci-\\nplined by self-application, and inspired by the\\nlove of truth. Such a mind may begin where\\ngenius leaves off, and I see no reason why you\\nmay not cope with Newton in his measure-\\nment of the spheres, or follow the heaven-led\\noperations of Milton s mind ascend the intel-\\nlectual throne of Bacon, or handle the more\\nweighty reasonings of Locke.\\nThe pathway that meanders up the steeps\\nof Parnassus is laid open, and he who kindles\\nhis aspirations with ambition s fire may scale\\nits dizzy heights, where, with the key of sci-\\nence in his hand, he may unlock the mysteries\\nof nature decipher the symbols that hide the\\nChald s sublimer lore may read the finger-", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "144\\nA PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nmarks of Him whose hand has spread\\nthe starry cope, and strown with gems the\\nocean cave. Nature, in converse with him,\\nwill speak in her own familiar tongue. With\\nthe finger of philosophy he may grasp the\\nlightning s fiery wing, may rend asunder the\\nair, impearl the briny wave, that since time s\\ndawn has lashed the beachen shore. The de-\\ncomposition of the granite rock of the ever-\\nlasting hills shall be to him but the amusement\\nof an hour. With La Place, he may feel all\\nthe tremblings of the waning moon with\\nPlato s ravished ears he may list the music of\\nthe chanting spheres, till his spirit plumes its\\npinions, and, with flight sublime, soars to\\nTruth s occult abode.\\nP. S. I forgot to tell you that it is vacation,\\nand in the absence of Miss M., Sibyl is playing\\nmatron in the most dignified and judicious\\nmanner that is, the casks in the store-room\\nare being freely relieved of their deposits, as,\\nyou know, she believes in a circulating me-\\ndium tending to the general good.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "CONFLICTING EMOTIONS. 145\\nLong Island Water- Cure, Sept. 12, 1848.\\nMy good friend Mr. D. Your note\\ncame yesterday, and the parcel last evening.\\nMrs. Nott has returned. She read your letter,\\nthen gave me an account of her very pleas-\\nant interview. It is certainly gratifying to\\nhave persons so knowing and so good as Mr.\\nD. and Mrs. N., so kindly interested in my\\npoor behalf But oh, how gladly would I re-\\nlieve all my friends of farther anxiety. Yes,\\nhow gladly would I put forth my hand to meet\\nmy own wants. Sometimes this feeling does\\nso possess me, that I am almost desirous of\\nrelieving the world of one so troublesome, but\\nnever more shall I be sufficient to myself. I\\nam in the world, and cannot conveniently get\\nout of it. So I am in the hands of God. He\\nhas placed me among my fellows, and veiled\\nmy eyes, perhaps as much to try them as me,\\nfor certainly, go where I will, I am always\\ntasking some hand, and sharing the generous\\nsympathies of some heart.\\nI am certainly much more strong and\\n7", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "146 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY,\\nhealthful than when I came here. The nerves\\nof my eyes are still very weak and mitable,\\nthough their inflamed appearance is rapidly\\nleaving them. Dr. asked me the other\\nday how I would like to pass the winter here\\nI replied, I should be most happy to do so,\\nbut that is quite impossible. He then asked\\nif I could be as contented here as at the Insti-\\ntution I told him this was a world of delight\\ncompared with it, setting aside all considera-\\ntions of health. He then remarked, I think\\nwe must keep you here through the winter, we\\nshall be less in number then, and more like a\\nfamily. Now what idea the Dr. had of my\\nstaying here, is more than I can conceive it\\ndoes not seem possible that he thinks of ex-\\ntending his kindness so far, to one whom he\\nknows so little. And surely he has no reason\\nto expect a compensation, from any source\\nwhich I can imagine; so, in all probability I\\nshall leave here two weeks from Wednesday.\\nI have gathered many ideas of correct living\\nwhich I value exceedingly besides, I have\\nmade very many pleasing acquaintances, of\\nwhom I will tell you more by and by.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "GRATITUDE. 147\\nIf my poor eyes were well, I would write a\\ncourse of letters from here, and the many\\nthings I could say of Dr. s establishment,\\nmight do a little to compensate him for the\\ngreat kindness he has shown me. Not that I\\nconld add anything to the much that has been\\nsaid, but you know sometimes the simple, un-\\nvarnished story of a patient, tells more in favor\\nof the doctor than all of his long and well-\\nwritten essays upon Materia Medica, Theory\\nand Practice.\\nIndeed when I come home, I shall do little\\nbut preach cold water, and plain diet for cer-\\ntainly Hydropathy has not a more thorough\\nconvert. All the ladies read your letter, and\\nlaughed much at tJtat slip of your jjen.\\nMrs. Judge N of Ohio, is a patient\\nhere she was delighted with your remarks on\\nwoman, and said they accorded precisely with\\nher husband s views.\\nThen Mrs. B is really getting well\\nThank God for so great a favor. We could\\nnot spare her. The world is very dark and\\nlonely now, notwithstanding I have so many\\nfriends, so many loved ones. I have this", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "148 A placp: in thy memory.\\nmorning unfortunately glanced a little beyond\\nthe coming two weeks, and consequently a\\nshade of sadness covers my thoughts but no\\nmatter, all will be well.\\nKind regards to your dear family. Mr.\\nBriggs is probably again with you: you are\\nindeed among the favored. I think of your\\nSabbaths all day. Do not forget I am to hear\\nMr. s Thanksgiving sermon, and the\\nfirst after his return from Europe.\\nNow, good-by, Mr. D with as much\\ngratitude and love as my simple heart can\\nhold.\\nP. S. I do not much regret the delay of my\\nnote, since it came to you so illustriously com-\\npanioned. How the simple thing must have\\nblushed being read, while your thoughts were\\nfull of words from the burning pen of the Sage\\nof Ashland.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "THE AMBITIOUS YOUTH. 149\\nStone Cottage, August, 1849.\\nCousin Will Your last poem pleases\\nme exceedingly. I see you have truly the\\nsoul of a poet, and I very well understand\\nyour desire to travel, and apparent dissatisfac-\\ntion with the tame way in which you are\\npassing your time. No one more than I would\\nlike you to see the wind-god shake old ocean\\nby his mane, and feast your eye on the Alps\\nand Apennines, and watch their lakes when\\nred morn glows on their breasts. But,\\nCousin Will, a poet too well fed, or too much\\nindulged, is apt to lose his muse. It is hard\\nblows you need instead of gentle ones. You\\nare an only child, the pride of doting parents,\\nand your home is lined with books and papers,\\nand you have tutors and masters always at\\nhand. Hence if I sympathize at all with you,\\nit will be because you are too much favored\\nfor if we lift the curtain of the past, and back-\\nward wander, however far, we find written in\\nlegible characters upon every page of man s\\nhistory no excellence is obtained without", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "150 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nlabor. Poverty, Cousin Will, is the nursery\\nof genius, and toil he must who would excel\\nin any course, or have it said of him, he was\\ngreat or good. Young men of aflluence,\\nhaving little else to do than feast upon the\\nbounties which Providence has assigned\\nthem, and bask in the dawn of new enjoy-\\nments, are but seldom disposed to contend for\\nmeeds of honor, obtained only at the expense\\nof unwearied application and self-denial.\\nBut they often enter the literary course, and\\nfor a time may walk in advance of those less\\nfavored than themselves, until by self-indulg-\\nence and irresolution, they become effeminate\\nfluctuate, and, to their mortification, yield the\\npalm to their poor but persevering competi-\\ntors who gradually advance step by step,\\ntreading down every obstruction, and boldly\\nsurmounting every barrier nor tarrying in all\\nthe mountain way until they reach the goal,\\nand grasp the object of their anxious but\\ndeferred hopes.\\nThe orb of science never shone so brightly\\non Egypt s monuments of art and grandeur, as\\nwhen her poor youth, whose eyes beamed with", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "TRUE MERIT. 151\\nnative intelligence, were sought after, and\\nwelcomed to her classic halls and bowers.\\nAnd the Grecian stage was favored with its\\nrichest productions, while those priests of\\nnature who dwelt in the upland caves, came\\ndown bare-headed and bare-footed, to be the\\nworthy competitors of kings.\\nIn Rome, the seven-hilled city of Fame,\\nwhose halls are stored with the treasures of\\nintellect, we find the richest gems of which\\nthe world can boast. But the fathers of her\\nphilosophy and poetry had no other claims to\\ndistinction or honor, than those of true merit.\\nAnd could we map to our view the panorama\\nof six thousand years, we would, in every age\\nand in every land, find those to whom science\\nowes her improvements, those who have wor-\\nshipped at the shrine of art, those whose\\nhands have guided safely the helm in the\\nhour of a nation s peril, were not only de-\\nprived of the luxuries of life, but were often\\nstrangers to its most common comforts. And\\nwhile toiling in their onward and upward\\nway, the aristocracy of wealth frowned upon\\nthem; and while they battled bravely life s", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0165.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "152 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\npitiless storms, persecuting slander often\\nhurled her envenomed arrows at their vener-\\nable and defenceless heads and but for that\\nunyielding and obstinate determination which\\nnever fails, they had, with the multitude,\\npassed unknown away.\\nWe see the high-minded philosopher, Galileo,\\nsoliciting the loan of a few shillings to pur-\\nchase materials for constructing an instrument\\nwith which he afterwards shook the great\\nfoundations of error. Tycho Brahe said, if he\\nowed the world any thing, it was for its untiring\\nopposition. The learned Kepler said his life\\nhad been only a scene of wants and priva-\\ntions. Rollin, a star of moral beauty, ran\\nwhen a boy with the herd of other ragged lads\\nto say mass but that ethereal spirit, which\\nbeamed from his eagle eye and expansive\\nbrow, snatched him a gem from the mud, and\\nbade him shine for ever in the splendors of\\nhis own genius.\\nColumbus, whose soul when unfurled leap-\\ned across the sea and laid bare a world,\\nyou know, lived and died stung to his heart s\\ncore with want and neglect. The richest", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0166.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "I WILL TRY. 153\\nminds England has produced were pearls\\nbrought up from the darkest obscurity. Kirke\\nWhite, the genius of musings Shakspeare,\\nto whom nature gave her magic wand;\\nChatterton, Sir Humphrey Davy, and his\\nstudent the bookbinder, in a coarse frock,\\nnow no less than Chemist Royal.\\nNapoleon, when he saw his ranks becoming\\nthin, grasped the standard in his own hand,\\nrushed forward, leaping over bodies of the\\nslain like a spirit of the storm till the victory\\nwas his. Thus have arisen to excellence mul-\\ntitudes with whom the Fates loved to war.\\nSo there are moments in the lives of all when\\na word, a resolve, or a single step seems to be\\na pivot upon which their whole destiny turns\\neither for weal or woe and that moment with\\nyou. Cousin Will, is now. During the late\\nwar a British battery, stationed upon a hill,\\nconsiderably annoyed our troops Can you\\nstorm that battery? said General Ripley to\\nColonel Miller. I will try, Sir, was the\\nlaconic answer. Now, only rise and arm your\\nmost lofty aspirations with Colonel Miller s\\nweapon, and victory is yours. The world is\\n7*", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0167.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "154 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nthe great drama upon which each individual\\nis to act his part with honor or infamy, as he\\nwill himself choose but there is a fame which\\nwill last when the skies of worldly glory are\\ndarkened, and her scrolls have gone to decay\\nupon her pure escutcheon are written the\\nnames of those whom the love of God has\\nblest whose hands have helped to plant the\\ngreat standard of reform and the amelioration\\nof mankind who have added their vial to the\\nriver whose waters flow for the healing of the\\nnations. Continue in the paths of virtue, daily\\nadding to your stores of knowledge from those\\nvaluable receptacles of the wisdom of all\\nages books. Seek to shine like some of the\\njewels which decorate the temple of our free-\\ndom, and leave your name with those to\\nwnose memory rock-hewn monuments are but\\nmockery. Try to be great in the spirit of\\nGod, like John Wesley, John Newton, and our\\nEdwards, the vein of whose eloquence flowed\\nonly to fertilize the desolation of the human\\nheart.\\nThe most powerful imagination, is that\\nwhich embodies truth in living characters and", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0168.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "THE BIRTH-DAY. 155\\nthe most imperishable fame is the memory of\\nhim who made the world better by living in it.\\nUnion College, Schenectady, June 26th, 1849.\\nMy good friend Mr. D. You are such\\na devotee to science and literature, or, in other\\nwords, such a devourer of books, or any thing\\nin the way of intelligence, it seems fitting\\nI should write to you while at one of the\\nfinest seats of learning in our State, and at the\\nfeet of one greater than Gamaliel.\\nDr. Nott, you are aware, has been forty-five\\nyears President of this Institution. He passed,\\nyesterday, his seventy-sixth birth-day, appa-\\nrently in possession of as many physical and\\nmental energies as are ordinarily the compa-\\nnions of men of half his years hearing his\\nclasses, attending to all the calls of his stu-\\ndents, listening to and correcting their rheto-\\nrical exercises, preparatory to the coming com-\\nmencement.\\nIn the morning, while the Doctor was read-", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0169.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "156 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\ning the papers, a committee of the senior class\\nwaited upon him, requesting permission to\\nhave a general college celebration of his birth-\\nday. At this the good sage seemed much sur-\\nprised, and asked, How in the world did you\\nlearn that Really, I did not know it myself\\nbut if it be so, boys, that I am another year\\nolder, and you wish to celebrate it, you must\\ndo it in the way I am going to work with all\\nyour might. But, said they, we would\\nlike to illuminate the college. Illuminate the\\ncollege said he, why what an idea such a\\nthing was never done. Why yes, said the\\nstudents, the first year you came here it was\\nilluminated. Not hardly, said the doctor,\\nfor if I remember rightly, we had no col-\\nlege to illuminate. But, said they, they\\nhung the lamps in the trees, which meant the\\nsame thing. So the dialogue went on, and\\nat last terminated by the Doctor s consenting to\\nlet the senior class come to his house in the\\nevening, for an informal levee, specifying that\\nthey should all go home precisely at ten o clock.\\nThe older I grow, the more I see how averse\\nthe learned and sensible always are to any", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0170.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "THE LEVEE. 157\\nthing like show or ostentation. During the\\nday many old and tried friends called upon\\nthe Doctor and his lady, and offered their con-\\ngratulations that another year had been added\\nto his long and useful life hoping that he\\nwould be spared to- them many more. Many\\npresents were sent in, among them a beautiful\\nbouquet to Mrs. Nott, and to the Doctor a large\\nripe orange of domestic growth, with stem and\\nleaves still attached. Mc who you know\\nis figuring so largely as a statesman, sent by\\nexpress an engraving of himself, large as life,\\nand elegantly framed, accompanied by a note.\\nWhile Mrs. Nott and Professor Potter were\\nselecting the most appropriate place for hanging\\nit, the Doctor says, I have it, hang him in\\nthe college library, where he should have been\\nhimself long ago. But a fine fellow that Mc\\nand he knows a pretty good deal too.\\nnotwithstanding.\\nThe professors and their ladies, the tutors\\nand other officers of the college, were present\\nat the party, and altogether the evening passed\\nboth profitably and pleasantly. The Doctor\\nwas in fine spirits, entertaining the groups", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0171.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "158 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nwho thronged about him. with vivid delinea-\\ntions of the master-spirits of the last genera-\\ntion, with most of whom he was intimate.\\nSome one asked him whether he thought\\nHamilton or Webster the greater man 7 He\\nreplied, Hamilton, for Webster has lived to do\\nmuch since Hamilton died and besides, the\\ngreatest efforts of Hamilton have never been\\npublished.\\nThrough his long life, the Doctor has been\\na devoted student of eloquence this is as evi-\\ndent in his common conversation, as from his\\nsermons and writings. His words are not so\\nselect, as his manner is impressive conse-\\nquently you cannot hear him speak, without\\nbeing more or less influenced. The best fea-\\nture in the evening s entertainment was the\\ngood Doctor s address to the whole assembly.\\nHe dwelt with great emphasis upon the fact,\\nthat men do not live out half their days, in\\nconsequence of infractions upon the physical\\nlaws of their being. He said one-fifth of the\\nhuman race die before they are twelve months\\nold, one-third before they are two years, and\\none-half before they are twenty. Now nothing", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0172.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "PHYSICAL LAWS. 159\\nanalogous to this is found among other ani-\\nmals all other species live, with but few-\\nexceptions, to a certain and uniform age.\\nWhence, then, this fearful mortality among\\nmen? If you give as a reason the fall of\\nAdam, to this I reply, that even after the fall\\nof Adam men lived to near a thousand years.\\nThe truth is, young gentlemen, that man, the\\nonly animal endowed with reason and the\\nhigher attributes, is almost the only animal\\nthat outrages the plain and obvious laws of\\nhis nature. The Doctor then, by Avay of illus-\\ntration, remarked upon his own plain mode of\\nliving, his constant use of cold baths, and his\\nabstaining from all stimulants, both in food\\nand drink. Life, said he, is the most precious\\nof Heaven s gifts, and I have no doubt all be-\\nfore me would like to extend it to the greatest\\nnumber of years possible. In the early part\\nof the evening, one of the students, Mr. Mc-\\nCoy, (a young man of decided talent,) read\\naloud some very appropriate passages from the\\nbard of Avon, one from Henry IV., another\\nfrom the speech of Adam in As you like it\\nwhich seemed written almost expressly for the", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0173.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "160 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\noccasion and the venerable person for whom\\nit was selected\\nThough I look old, yet I am strong and lusty\\nFor in my youth I never did apply\\nHot and rebellious liquors in my blood,\\nNor did not with unbashful forehead woo\\nThe means of weakness and debihty\\nTherefore my age is as a lusty winter,\\nFrosty, but kindly.\\nJust before the company dispersed, the ven-\\nerable Doctor referred in a touching manner to\\nthe separation that would soon take place be-\\ntween the teachers and the class before him,\\nand besought them to live in constant refer-\\nence to the judgment-day, to prepare for which\\nall others are given. I charge you, said he,\\nlet not one before me, on that tremendous day,\\nbe absent from the right hand of God; that\\nshould it be my happiness to be found there\\nalso, I may be permitted to exclaim, Here,\\nLo? d, am aiid the children Thou hast corn-\\nniitted to my care. And then in behalf of\\nall present, offered a most affecting and solemn\\nprayer to the Father of all our mercies. His\\nreference to the pestilence that walketh in", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0174.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "A MOMENT FOR ALL. 161\\ndarkness, and the destruction that wasteth at\\nnoonday, was very affecting. In comphance\\nwith his petition, one could almost see the de-\\nstroying angel returning his raging sword to\\nthe scabbard, and pronouncing it enough.\\nThis morning we had a delightful drive in\\nthe Doctor s three- wheeled buggy, which is a\\nsingular sort of vehicle, but exceedingly con-\\nvenient for getting in and out, besides it is\\nquite impossible to upset it.\\nI enjoy Mrs. Nott s society here even more\\nthan at Long Island, she is so amiable and\\nlovely. Though there is seemingly no end to\\nher duties and calls, yet she always finds a\\nlittle time for every one. The most important\\nstar in all the sky shines with a mild but\\nsteady ray such is ever the influence and\\npower of woman noiseless, but constant, she\\nrarely competes with man in the varied depart-\\nments of science and literature, yet, by her\\nsilent labors and gentle teachings, she often\\nrules the fate of empires and decides the\\ndestinies of kings.\\nThe evening I left you at your residence, I\\nhad no idea that in forty-eight hours I should", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0175.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "162 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nbecome so much of an alarmist as to leave\\nNew- York so hurriedly. But when people are\\nso congregated and necessarily so many in\\none room, as at the Institution, the liability to\\ncontagion is greatly increased. I believe you\\npurpose remaining in the city during the\\nentire season. May God protect you, and,\\namong his richest blessings, prolong your\\ninvaluable life. I am going to a remote part\\nof the country, where the mountains lift\\ntheir heads and stretch out their arms to pro-\\ntect and the river that flows at their feet has\\nnever borne on its wing the breath of disease\\nstill insidious cholera may come even there.\\nhe Roy Female Seminary, July 13ih, 1849.\\nDear Mary Nearly 2500 years ago the\\nPersian armies, commanded by Xerxes, enter-\\ned ancient Athens, and in an evil hour behold\\nthat great city wrapped in flames its walls\\nbroken, and its white marble edifices and", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0176.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "ATHENIAN CASE. 163\\ntemples, dedicated to the gods, enveloped in\\nsmoke and marked for ruin. Where so late\\nart and science, life and beauty reigned,\\ndestruction, fire, darkness and decay made\\ntheir homes. Now the meanest reptiles crawl\\nin the halls of kings, and solitary toads go\\nnoiselessly over the banquet floors and the\\ndark bat sleeps where the birds of Jove plumed\\ntheir glittering wings and the moss and ivy\\ngrow and feed upon the dust of princes and\\nthe owl, sacred bird of the Athenians, for ever\\nbooms above its ruins.\\nSeven years since Miss Wright, from this\\nseminary, went to Smyrna to teach the Pro-\\ntestant children of the Mediterranean. After\\na term of four years, she left Smyrna and\\ncame to Athens, where she remained two\\nyears, and gathered meantime this choice\\ncollection of relics. They are placed on\\nshelves in a sort of closet with glass doors it\\nsays over the top, Athenian Case for there\\nare several other similar cases in the room,\\none of minerals, another of shells, c. Yes-\\nterday Miss Wright took them all down, and\\nplaced them one after another in my hands.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0177.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "164 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nand descrioed them so perfectly, that it\\nseems to me I have really seen them. And\\nMary, to-day I will in fancy do the same for\\nyou. First, here is a little clay lamp, which\\nwas dug from the ruhis you see it is shaped\\nlike the half of a goose-egg, and about as\\nlarge. It has a little tube on the top of one\\nside for the wick, and some little holes in the\\nmiddle, where the oil was poured in and they\\nanswered also for a vent. It is a rude thing,\\nbut we cannot know what great purposes it\\nhas answered in the world. Perhaps by its\\nlight Aristophanes wove his brilliant comedies.\\nOr it may have belonged to Plato, and sat\\nupon his little classic table, while he wrote his\\ndialogues and twelve letters the elegance,\\nmelody, and sweetness of which, you know, so\\npleased the people, that they entitled him the\\nAthenian bee. Let us see Socrates father\\nwas a statuary, and for several years the\\ngreat philosopher followed the same employ-\\nment. Here is one of the Athenian gods, and\\nperhaps it was chiselled by his own hand, and\\none of those which he was afterwards accused\\nof ridiculing which to us would seem a very", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0178.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "SOCRATES. 165\\nslight offence, but then nothing could atone for\\nit but death. In the old v/oiid, as in the new,\\ninnocence was never safe since time began\\nshe has been exposed to the tongue of slander.\\nSocrates was adorned by every virtue and\\nstained by no vice, and his high-souled inde-\\npendence and freedom of speech upon all\\nsubjects, for many years placed him beyond\\nsuspicion and malevolence. But after the\\nwitty and unprincipled Aristophanes had\\nonce ventured to ridicule the venerable char-\\nacter of Socrates in one of his comedies upon\\nthe stage, the way was opened, and praise\\nsoon gave place to criticism and censure.\\nEnvy hurled at him her poisoned arrows, and\\njealousy, in the voices of Miletus, Aritus and\\nLycon, stood forth to recriminate him; and\\ngood Socrates was summoned before the\\ntribunal of five hundred, accused of corrupt-\\ning the Athenian youth, and ridiculing the\\nmany gods which the Athenians worshipped.\\nHere, Mary, is a little earthen bowl, which\\ndoes not seem to differ much from the pottery\\nof our day, though it has lain under ground\\nmore than two thousand years. If not the", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0179.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "166 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nsamCj it was probably one like it, from which\\nSocrates drank the poison handed him, you\\nremember, by the executioner, with tears in\\nhis eyes then the great moralist exclaimed,\\nthere is but one God, and drew off the fatal\\ndraught. This, too, is a singular little thing;\\nlikewise a piece of pottery shaped like a can-\\ndlestick, with a bilge in the middle, and a\\nhole in the top. The Greeks called it lach-\\nrymatory, which signifies a vessel for tears.\\nWhat idea those people had of bottling tears,\\nwe know not, but it reminds me of the beau-\\ntiful passage of David, Thou tellest my\\nwanderings put Thou my tears into Thy\\nbottle are they not in Thy book These\\nlittle tear-bottles are found in the sarcophagi,\\nor the stone coffins, dug so frequently from the\\nruins of ancient Athens placed there by the\\nfriends of the deceased, and probably con-\\ntained the tears of the mourners, or those\\nwhose profession it is in oriental countries to\\nweep for the dead.\\nMiss Wright was present on one of these\\noccasions, and such control over the lachry-\\nmal glands she never before saw from per-", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0180.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "THE PARTHENON. 167\\nfeet indifference, they were the next moment\\nseemingly lost in the deepest grief; their\\ncheeks bathed in what loe call crocodile tears.\\nHere is one of the little sylvan gods of the\\nancient Greeks, of pottery mould. It was\\nprobably a votive offering to Pan and Apollo,\\nsuspended perhaps in their caves, which are\\nnow to be seen in the side of the Athenian\\nAcropolis, which literally means the highest\\npoint of the city. Here is another more an-\\ncient still. It must have been used in the\\ndays of Cadmus, from its resemblance to the\\nEgyptian mummies. It is a fantastic little\\nthing, marked with hieroglyphics, with arms\\nfolded across its breast, and robed like a\\nmummy.\\nNow open your hands wide, Mary, do not\\nlet it drop this is the head of a great lion,\\ntaken from the eaves of the Parthenon, the\\nmost beautiful temple ever dedicated to the\\ngoddess Minerva and it is still the model of\\narchitects all over the world. Put your\\nhand in his mouth, here, you see it is wide\\nopen where the water spouted out. It was\\nchiselled from a block of Pentelican marble,", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0181.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "168 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY\\nwhich in the quarry they say is pure white,\\nand ghstens in the sun like rock sugar.\\nNow I will give you a little marble book.\\nIt came from Mars Hill, where Paul stood and\\ndeclared to the Athenians the unknown God,\\nand defended himself before the Court Areo-\\npagus, and answered in the presence of the\\nAthenian judges, for his bold innova lion upon\\ntheir religious faith. Four hundred years be-\\nfore Christ, Socrates was tried and condemned\\nupon the same spot and for the same cause.\\nAnd a few years since, Dr. King, our mis-\\nsionary in Greece, was tried for a like offence,\\nwhich, you see, makes him the third in an\\nillustrious line of criminals. When Dr. King\\nwent to Athens, he built his house upon a\\npile of the old ruins, from which he dug this\\nwater-jar. It is an ancient thing, but at the\\npresent time Greek maidens use them, only\\nlarger, for carrying water from the fountains.\\nThey have double handles, and when they are\\nfilled they hold them in their hands, one on\\neach shoulder, which to us would be a weari-\\nsome task but their supple joints do not mind\\nit, and if we too had some such exercise, our", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0182.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "CHIBOUC AND NIGAELE. 169\\nforms would perhaps be more erect, and our\\nchests more expansive.\\nThis httle stone is a bit of mosaic, taken\\nfrom the floor of the old temple dedicated to\\nCeres, at Eleusis, twelve miles from Athens.\\nAnciently this temple was visited by the\\nAthenians annually, in great processions, to\\npay their adoration to the goddess Ceres the\\nroad to it was called the sacred way.\\nNow, Mary, we come to a shelf full of\\nTurkish things, from Smyrna, Asia Minor.\\nSome large dolls, representing the Turks and\\nArmenians in their different costumes the\\nchibouc or long pipe and the nigaeie, which is\\na glass vase beautifully painted. When used,\\nit is filled with water ,and it has a little fire-\\nplace in the top, where the tobacco is burned,\\nand from which the smoke comes down into\\nthe water, keeping it constantly bubbling, and\\nthen passes off through a long elastic tube, the\\nend of which the smoker has in his mouth,\\nand may sit across the room if he like. This\\nand coffee-sipping, you know, are the Turks\\ngreatest luxuries. By the way, here are some\\nof their cujds and saucers, not saucers, but\\n8", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0183.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "170 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nzarfs, little metal stands for the cups, gold or\\nsilver, as they can afford. This cup holds\\nabout as much as an American would drink\\nat one swallow, but a Turk would be an hour\\nsipping it and blowing it into the smoke of his\\npipe. Not long since, a traveller from our\\ncountry called at the house of a Pacha in\\nSmyrna when helped to this mark of hospi-\\ntality, instead of holding it gracefully between\\nhis thumb and finger, and sipping it gently, he\\nseized it with his whole hand, and drank it off\\nat once, much to the annoyance of the good\\nPacha, who of course thought his guest greatly\\nwanting in etiquette, and asked his attendants,\\nWho is this barbarian Let us do what\\nwe are going to do q^iickly, and be off, is\\nevery where the characteristic motto of the\\nAmerican.\\nDear Mary, you will be weary if I take time\\nto tell you of all these curiosities, and tUeir\\nmany associations. But these little Turkish\\namulets are so very curious. They are made\\nof glass, like small bells, and are worn upon\\nthe donkeys and camels, to keep off the evil\\neye, as they say, or the influence of jealousy", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0184.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "PHYLACTERIES. 171\\nand envy. The children wear them also, for\\nthe same purpose. A little daughter of one\\nof our missionaries, who, of course, wore\\nno such badge of oriental superstition, was\\nvisited by some of the natives who, after\\nlavishing upon the fair one their extravagant\\npraises of her beauty, spit in her face, to pre-\\nvent her being blattered, which was doubtless\\na very effectual preventive to her vanity.\\nMatthew says of the Pharisees, they do all\\ntheir works to be seen of men, and make\\nbroad their phylacteries. Well, here is a\\nphylactery too, and a great many other Roman\\nrelics, among which is a box of choice needle-\\nwork of gold and silver embroidery, which we\\ncould appreciate better if we could see. Be-\\nside, Mary, we would like to take a peep into\\nthis case of minerals, which extends across the\\nentire room. Like every thing else, this cabi-\\nnet had its beginning. Twelve years ago a\\ngentleman presented the Preceptress a few\\nstones picked from a quarry in this neighbor-\\nhood, which have been gradually accumulat-\\ning, until now this room is a casket of curiosi-\\nties. About that time, the school was founded", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0185.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "172\\nA PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nby Miss Marietta and Miss Emily Ingham,\\nfrom Massachusetts and ever since they\\nhave been gradually enlarging and improving\\ntheir building and increasing its advantages,\\nuntil at present there are few schools in the\\nUnited States which afford greater facilities\\nfor the education of young ladies. Its libraries\\nare large and select, and the conservatory is\\nof itself a little world of beauty and thought.\\nProfessor Stanton, Avho is at the head of the\\nschool, is a well-known Artist. His gallery\\nand studio are hung with choice paintings,\\nboth by the old Masters, and the work of his\\nown hand. A teacher of painting here, is a\\nlady who has been always deaf They say\\nwhen she is kneeling at the easel, her whole\\nsoul seems inspired with the beauty of her\\nart, and the forms she leaves upon canvas\\nappear to kindle at the glances of her eye.\\nMary, I do sometimes really doubt whether\\nor not, when jprojjerly considered, it is a mis-\\nfortune to be blind. Is not our whole nature\\nimproved, and our immortal being elevated\\nthrough this privation Our sense of feeling\\nbecomes so delicate, and such a source of", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0186.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "MISFORTUNE COMPENSATED. 173\\ninstruction and new pleasure. Only think of\\nMiss Cynthia, she can feel distinctly the lines\\nand spaces of ordinary printed music. And\\nour hearing is so quickened, and our imagina-\\ntion so fleet, and memory too, what new power\\nshe possesses, and how tenaciously she clings\\nto every thing, often astonishing even to our-\\nselves. And beside, we know that our feel-\\nings are more sensitive, and our attachments\\nstronger and more lasting and there are few\\nfields of intellectual research in which we\\nmay not enter and compete successfully with\\nthose who see.\\nRochester, April 11, 1848.\\nMy good friend Mr. D. Your long\\nlooked for, and thankfully received letter\\nhas till now remained unanswered, but not\\nbecause I have been unmindful of its kindly\\ncontents. I was indeed both sorry and sur-\\nprised to learn that you have resigned your", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0187.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "174 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nstation as one of the managers of the\\nknowing as I do your former devotion to its\\nbest interests. But my acquaintance with\\nyou, Mr. D assures me that you took not\\nsuch a step, without good reasons for so\\ndoing.\\nThe success of benevolence and rehgion, is\\nnot wholly dependent upon the efforts of man.\\nGod can work and none can hinder, and in\\ndue time the labor of his hands shall be\\naccomplished. But, Mr. D when I think\\nof being again barred within those massive\\nwalls, my heart sinks at the thought of your\\ncoming there no more, to heighten with your\\npresence our pensive joys. Oh I fondly\\nhope you will visit us sometimes, and let us\\nfeel the pressure of your friendly hands, and\\nthe cordial greeting of your endearing words.\\nI have passed the winter with my Rochester\\nfriends. Spring has come, and it is decided\\nthat I take the cars on the first May morning,\\nfor the New- York Institution.\\nA shadow of sadness nestles in my heart\\nwhen I picture the future but we see not as\\nGod sees. It is a part of my faith that what-", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0188.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "RESIGNATION. 175\\never is, is for the best, so I manage to put on\\nas sunny a face as possible, and laugh when\\nthey speak of my returning, and resuming my\\nlabors as a noviciate. We have had a charm-\\ning winter, and the last twelve days have\\nbeen exceedingly fine. Lizzy and Carry are\\nbusy bossing their gardeners, so I have had\\nan opportunity of passing much of my time\\nout of doors. My general health is very\\ngood, but alas for these poor eyes I much\\nfear they will never recover from the severe\\nblows and coal fires of the Institution.\\nGlad to hear that Mrs. B. and her family\\nare well. I shall write her soon. Please\\nshare my heart s most affectionate regards with\\nMrs. D. and the other members of your family,\\nand believe me ever gratefully yours.\\nLong Island Waier-Cure, Aug. 31, 1848.\\nMy most excellent friend Mr. D.\\nYou may think me unmindful of the many\\ndemands upon your time. Mrs. N. replied,\\nafter reading your last, that she would be most", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0189.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "176 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nhappy to be the bearer of a note to you, an op-\\nportunity which I cannot let pass. Dr. N. is\\ncertainly one of the choicest spirits I ever\\nknew. He greets me every day with how\\ndo you do, my child so aifectionately, that I\\nam getting to love him with my whole heart.\\nMrs. N. is very like him. Fanny Forester and\\nand several other lights of the age^ were pupils\\nof hers. Mr. D., I am certainly very happy\\nhere, and perfectly satisfied with every thing\\nas it is. I wrote you the other day by Mr. E.,\\ndid you get it All is going on now as then,\\nonly the water is growing colder, and I am\\nevery day stronger and can walk farther.\\nWith as much grateful affection as my heart\\ncan give, I send you this brief note. I cannot\\ntell you how very, very glad I am to hear from\\nyou. Your missives, as you call them, are\\nprecious things all here love to read them\\nindeed we are so out of reading matter, that\\nold letters are sometimes resorted to for pas-\\ntime. The other day Mrs. N. read me all of\\nyours, often exclaiming as she read on, What\\na blessed man that Mr. D. is I certainly must\\nknow him.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0190.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "THE SWEET ASSURANCE.\\n177\\nOh, every body is so kind to me Thank\\nyou for that sweet assurance, that this dark-\\nness does not cloud the hearts of my fliends,\\nthat it does not make them love me less their\\nlove and sympathy are all that bind me to\\nearth. They are God s gifts, and I do prize\\nthem. They spring up every where now, but\\nwill it be always so? God grant it may!\\nHeaven bless you, and all yours\\nCousin Will I am glad you have at last\\nbegun to paste your scraps. I have written,\\naccording to your request, the following little\\naddress, which if you please you may copy\\nneatly, and place upon the first page and\\nwhen 3^our book is completed, I will write for\\nyou the close. The accompanying engravings\\nare some which I selected for my own use, but\\n1 do not care for them now. You must border\\nthem with gilt, and intersperse them through\\nyour book they will both relieve and orna-\\nment its pages.\\n8*", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0191.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "178 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nTO MY SCRAP-BOOK.\\nI found thee amidst a multitude a nameless, blank, un-\\nmeaning thing with a look expressing nought but cold\\nneglect. Perchance it was pity moved me or the kind\\nfeeling of the good Samaritan. Be that as it may, I passed\\nthee not by, but have brought thee to my own home and\\nhenceforth we will be friends, dwelling together in unity\\nand love. Thou shalt be to me a silent companion, sharing\\nall my joys and sorrows and I will gather for thee from\\nthe storehouse of knowledge I will enrich thee with the\\nunfading beauties of thought with treasures of intellect\\nand the holy fires of feehng and love, hope and ambition,\\ntoo, shall be thine. Upon thy heart will be written indelibly\\nthe laws of gratitude and the great rule of right and\\nthou wilt speak a language pure as lisped by angel-tongues.\\nThy lessons of wisdom I will make the mottoes of my\\nlife. I will bind them about my heart, and be governed\\nby them in all my ways. Thou wilt reason, too, and re-\\nflect and oft, as we onward journey, when Silence holds\\nher spell-like reign, thou wilt turn my free thoughts back-\\nward, far o er the current of years, gathering for me all\\nlife s scattered sweets into one hour.\\nThe Poet s art shall be thine and, more eloquent than\\nlyre of purest note, thou shalt sing of Him who sits in ma-\\njesty enthroned, whose hand has gemmed the upper skies,\\nand given the rose its tint. For my sadder hours, thou", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0192.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "THE PROMISE. 179\\nWilt weave a melancholy song\\nAnd sweet the strain shall be, and long\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe melodies of death.\\nThis is a changing world. Those whom we learn to\\nlove, die and thou wilt chronicle for me their departure,\\nand keep in memory their virtues. Earth has many sor-\\nrows and when the dews of feeling gather on my heart,\\nand glisten in my eye, thy treasured words, in kindness\\nspoken, shall be music in my eass and when years are\\nmultiplied, and my hand has forgotten to act, and my heart\\nceased to feel, thou shalt have a place in my library with\\nthe world s illustrious, companioned with the mighty\\nminds of old, whose names with thee shall be familiar as\\nhousehold words.\\nToo often the promises of men, like music, when passed,\\nare obsolete and we know that passing away is the\\nlanguage of earth besides, we are not the keepers of our-\\nselves, nor the rulers of our own ways. But what I have\\npromised, that will I do and after many days, thou shalt\\nbear witness that, like the faithful Samuel of old, I kept\\nMY WORD.\\nP. S. Cousin Will, this is St. Valentine s\\nday. I wish I could write you something that\\nwould so strike the chord of cherished memo-\\nries, as to make your heart vibrate for ever to\\ntheir pleasant melodies.\\nMy httle pet Nickie is recovering so for a", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0193.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "180 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\ntime heaven will have one angel less, but Mrs,\\nB s circle has one more, and may it be long\\nere it is broken.\\nNew-Yoi k Institution for the Blind, June 16, 1849.\\nThe Chief of the Ojibeway tribe, dming\\nhis recent stay in New- York, gave us a call.\\nHis very tread is majesty, and, while being\\nescorted through the house, he stopped to\\nshake hands with every one, and spoke so\\ntenderly to the little boys and girls, that they\\nwere moved even to tears. He told those\\nwho held their heads down, that if the\\nIndians had them they would lash them to\\nboards to make them grow straight. When\\nall were assembled in the Chapel, Mr. Cham-\\nberlain introduced him. Then Miss Cynthia\\narose, and in her own sweet voice, welcomed\\nhim as follows\\nOh, welcome, thou stranger, our hearts warm emotions\\nAre clustering round thee, thou Chief of the brave\\nWe dream of the hour when with holy devotion.\\nThy people first welcomed our sires from the wave,", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0194.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "OJIBEWAY CHIEF. 181\\nWe love thy harangues, thy war-song and story\\nThy pine -wooded forests, so leafless and drear.\\nThe red child of Nature, that bursts forth in glory,\\nTo chase from its covert the fleet-footed deer.\\nBut mostly, we cherish the heart where the spirit\\nHath planted its impress, all deathless and bright.\\nFor the children of promise by birthright inherit\\nThe fountain of knowledge that gloweth with light.\\nBut, sire, thou wilt leave us when absent, remember\\nThe hearts who have welcomed thy coming to-day,\\nAnd fondly will pray for the fate of thy people.\\nWhose children, like spring-time, are passing away.\\nTo which the great Chief rephed so beauti-\\nfully and so aftectingly that I can give yoii\\nno conception of his words. He speaks Eng-\\nlish imperfectly, but his figures and illustra-\\ntions are so fine nearly every sentence had\\nin it some picture from Nature, gathered by\\nher own child. The master spirits of olden\\ntime, the thunders of whose eloquence shook\\nthe Grecian forum and awed the world, were\\nfrom the forest and like them the chief of the\\nOjibeways studied beneath the broad canopy\\nof the sky, by the light of the myriad stars,\\nand gathered his imagery amid the cloud-", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0195.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "182 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\ncapped hills of the West, where the red man\\nin his native pride follows the buffalo in\\nchase, and where Missouri s waters in prism\\nbeauties dash, steers his bark canoe.\\nSpeaking of his brethren of the forest, he\\nsaid Nature has given the Indian a great\\nand good heart, and if you would know what\\nreligion and learning would do for him, hold\\na diamond in the sunbeams and watch its\\nsparkling. True, my people see the glories of\\nyonder sun, and dance with delight when he\\ncomes up from the waves but a far brighter\\nlight shines in upon your minds. You have\\nlearned of God and the Bible, and I hope\\nwhen the shades of night have fallen on the\\nworld, and you go to rest, and the angels are\\nleaning over you listening to your whispered\\nprayers, you will not forget the children of the\\nforest And when the morning breaks may\\nblessings falLupon them like showers of rain\\ndrops upon withered flowers.\\nA fly might as well try to take the altitude\\nof a mountain, as for me to attempt to give\\nyou an idea of his eloquence. His object in\\npassing through the country is to excite, if", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0196.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "HIS PETITION. 183\\npossible, an interest in behalf of his wronged\\nand oppressed people. At the next session of\\nCongress he purposes petitioning Government\\nfor a tract of land in the Northwest Territo-\\nries, which shall be to the Indian an inherit-\\nance for ever, to be neither bought nor sold\\nby any nation. Then, with proper efforts, he\\nthinks civilization, agriculture, the arts and\\nsciences, religion and refinement, may be in-\\ntroduced among them with comparative ease.\\nIn the course of his remarks he exclaimed\\nUpon whose grounds do your proud institu-\\ntions rest? Where dug you the stones of\\nwhich they are piled, and from whose forests\\nwere their timbers hewed? Who welcomed\\nyour fathers from the sea, and whose wig-\\nwams hid them from the storm, their enemies,\\nand beasts of the wood Who smoked with\\nthem the pipe of peace, and showed them\\nlakes and streams running like silver currents\\nupon the bosom of the earth, and when\\ntheir French foes came down from the\\nnorth with battle-axe and spear, who, like\\nthe Chief of the Mohawks, harangued\\nhis braves, and bared his own breast, and", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0197.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "184 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nnobly fell in their defence But oh we\\nwill speak no more of this. Too many of our\\nsires sleep side by side in their angry blood\\nwhere they fell. The Indian has done evil,\\nbut he has sometimes done good and how\\nmuch he has been wronged, the Great Spirit\\nand his angels only know. When I look over\\nthese grain fields, so far as the eye can reach,\\nmy aching heart asks, What has my people\\nreceived in return What have the pale faces\\ngiven in exchange for all these garden scenes\\nThey have taught our lips to thirst for fire-\\nwater instead of our mountain springs, and\\nour bows and arrows we have laid down for\\nthe white nian s thunder-sticks, and no more\\ncan we chase the fleet-footed deer, or follow\\nthe fox to his hole, or the wolf to his cave\\nfor we are weary and our spirits do fail, and\\nour hearts grow sick and die within us.\\nThe Indian is not all of savage mould the\\nhighly significant names he left upon our\\nlakes and rivers is sufficient index to his per-\\nceptions of the beautiful. Who, speaking a\\nlanguage that expresses every shade of thought,\\ncould have conceived a more fit appelJation", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0198.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "OBERON. 185\\nfor the placid waters of a lake than Winnipi-\\nseogee, which means a smile of the Great\\nSpirit? By the light of his own imassisted\\nreason, the Indian has come to know and feel\\nthat there is a God, whom he ignorantly but\\nreverently worships he marks his fierce wrath\\nin the whirlwind, and hears his anger in the\\nthunder s roar he sees his displeasure in the\\nwaning of the moon, and feels his love in the\\nwarmer light of the sun.\\nInstitution for the Blind, 1849.\\nMy noble friend Marion It is Satur-\\nday, teacher s holiday, and Sibyl is, as usual,\\nwith her mother. Mr. Stevens, from the Theo-\\nlogical Seminary, called this afternoon to favor\\nus with some reading sent us by Dr. Turner,\\nand the last two hours Miss Cynthia and I\\nhave listened in raptures to the beautiful poem\\nOberon, a translation from the German of\\nWieland and when we came to where Huon\\nand Rizia had crossed the fearful mountain,\\nand landed safe in the hermit s vale, I engaged\\nmy friend s hand wherewith to write you.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0199.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "186 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nMarion, I have no claims upon either your\\nsympathy or regard. If there is any lovehness\\nin my nature, I am sure my actions never re-\\nvealed it to you, for dependence has always\\nmade me act the part I would not act. In my\\nseeing days, I was proud and resolute, like\\nyourself no barriers were too high for me to\\nsurmount, no difficulties too hard to remove.\\nOnce convinced where the path of duty lay,\\nthither my spirit perseveringly trod but now\\ndarkness has made my soul a cellar plant, and\\nits most enduring energies are marked with\\nweakness.\\nI often pause and wonder for what Provi-\\ndence is preparing me what order of spirit\\nmust I be, that this course of disciphne is\\nneedful? Whither would my footsteps have\\nled me, if darkness had not set them to wan-\\ndering The way I once pursued to happi-\\nness is hedged up but God has mercifully\\nopened another, and though it is a mountain\\nway, and often rough and barren, yet some\\nlittle fountains of joy do well up along my\\npath, and always too, where I least expect\\nthem.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0200.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "GOOD SAMARITANS. 187\\nI have recently set my hand to a httle work,\\nand, dear Marion, am I presummg too much\\nupon your disinterestedness, when I ask you\\nto aid me The influence of the good is al-\\nways desirable, but especially so in an under-\\ntaking where success is in the least doubtful.\\nYou number in your list many friends, and\\nhoping you will be pleased to gather among\\nthem a few subscribers for the volume I am\\nabout to publish, I send you the accompanying\\nprospectus. If in your heart it meet with a\\ncordial reception, some names must grace its\\npages. I am to remain here until my book is\\npublished. Many of the good and great are\\naiding me, and they say I am bound to succeed.\\nMy regards to Mrs. L and my love to\\nLizzie, who first walked with me to church\\nafter I could not see, and Mary, who led me\\nfirst among the flowers, and I called her Teary^\\nbecause she wept with me. And Carrie, who\\nsold her pretty veil to buy for me some shoes\\nI shall never forget my baker friend, who sent\\nme the gold, nor Franky dear, who returned\\nher watch to the jeweller s, to place some mo-\\nney in my purse.", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0201.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "188 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nI love to remember those good souls, Mrs.\\nSparks and Miss Crane, who watched by me\\nso many long and painful nights. Though I\\nnever see them more, and get tidings from\\nthem only at long intervals still, like the\\nPyramids of Egypt, I know they are there,\\nand unchanged.\\nThere are less true friends in the world for\\nwant of a proper knowledge of what consti-\\ntutes real friendship, than for any defect in\\npurpose. A true friend, is one who would\\ndefend yoii^ when he would allow himself to\\nbe wronged is incensed at an outrage upon\\nyour character or rights, when if it were him-\\nself, he would hardly heed it and while he\\nregrets your errors frankly admonishes you,\\nand then bears with your weaknesses as if\\nthey were his own. Some persons make\\nfriends with you to-day, but to-morrow with\\nthe slightest pretext withdraw their favor.\\nPerchance you have uttered a sentiment, or\\ntaken a liberty that does not accord precisely\\nwith their views or some others have ex-\\npressed opinions derogatory to your worth, and", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0202.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "TRUE TO THE END. 189\\nbehold they are gone. And yet there is Uttle\\nroom to censure them, for love is not always\\nperennial and when the sun has ceased to\\nshine warmly upon it, nothing is more natural\\nthan that it should die, as the leaves wither\\nand fall when the storms of winter pelt upon\\nthe trees.\\nBut, dear Marion, when I look into my own\\nheart, and see how imperfectly I have ever filled\\nthe offices of a true friend to any one, I feel\\nwhatever I may say upon the subject is but a\\ntirade against myself. Indeed nothing short of\\nan elevated nature, and a redeemed heart,\\ncan make us perfectly disinterested in any\\nrelation.\\nModern philosophy and religion teach that\\nthe world is rapidly growing better if so, the\\ntime will come when it may be said of all\\nwho profess to be friends, like Saul and Jon-\\nathan, In their lives they were lovely and\\npleasant, and in their death they were not\\ndivided.\\ns-\\nRaphael never wrote any unAvelcome news", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0203.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "190 A PLACE IN THY MEMORY.\\nto those he loved, nor did he leave an ugly\\npicture on canvas he said there is a bright\\nand dark side to human life, and when the\\nlight has left us, it is better to bring it back by\\nimagination, than mourn over its absence.\\nFor a farthing one can buy a song, and\\nthere is no good thing in this world that\\nmoney will not purchase, save a heart that\\nalways beats in unison with one s own\\nand is right out with every thing, faults\\nand all. With such souls, as Mrs. G\\nsays, we do not converse, but talk, lay aside\\nall ceremony, cast off restraint, and word\\nour thoughts as they occur, and our feelings\\njust as they spring, spontaneous from the\\nsoul but such spirits we seldom meet, for\\nlike all that is good in this life, they linger by\\nthe way, and we have little cause for surprise\\nwhen they leave us early. In writing, we\\nonly hit at things, instead of expressing them\\nfreely this morning I would love to transmit\\nto you a true copy of my troubled feelings, for\\nI know that you would sustain me by your", "height": "3362", "width": "2012", "jp2-path": "placeinthymemory01dekr_0204.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "GOOD-BY. 191\\nassurances, and I should be profited by your\\ncounsels.\\nGood-by, Marion, that our heavenly Father\\nmay bless you, and keep you always in his\\nlove, is the prayer of your friend,\\nS. H. 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