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REV. W. H. HAVERGAL, A.M.
MY DEAR FRIEND,
In sending these sheets to the press, I feel happy that I can gratify my friendship for you. Life may present me with no other similar opportunity; and, therefore, I cannot let this pass unimproved.
Your late abode was in the midst of scenes, with which, in my mind, are associated no small number of sacred recollections. Of these, many crowded upon me one starry autumnal evening, two years ago, when we walked together down the vale of S- The visions of memory, indeed, resemble the views which we then caught of the surrounding landscape. Prominent and strongly defined objects alone met the eye, while minuter forms were enveloped in deepening gloom. So oblivion conceals the lesser and more numerous incidents of life, while the light of heaven, or the shades of earth, retain in our remembrance others, too distinctly marked with good or evil, with
-pleasure or pain, to be forgotten. Nor ought they all oto be resigned $4 to dumb forgetfulness a prey." "The course of every observant man, through a world kke 2 Ours, is attended by events, fraught with more in1 struetion and interest to himself and others, than oshould be lost in the quick succession of passing
griefs and joys, and the business of an active life. This consideration has made me resolve to send I series of papers, containing a select number of those amemorials, which have sometimes been the topics of our familiar conversation, before they are wholly erased from my memory.
16220 The larger portion of these will be brief sketches of ather characters of the dead; and chiefly of persons 3.who lived and died in the privacy of domestic scenes, for in indigent obscurity; but in whose short history may be read some instructive pages from the book of divine providence, and many illustrations of the power of religion in life and death. From motives of prudence and delicacy, I shall withhold names, You may, however, fully rely on the authenticity of the narratives.
These papers owe their existence to the chamber of affliction—to moments snatched from anxious vigils, near the couch of sickness. The composition and
arrangement of them, beguiled and somewhat sweetgened hours, which else, perhaps, might have been spent in the indulgence of grief, as bitter as unavailing. This circumstance will account for, if it does not excuse many inaccuracies, especially in the eye of a friend; and it probably may induce criticism to spare many a deserved lash. ;
Cris &19175 It will be no mean reward of my pleasurable labour, if its produce meets with your approbation. Still I venture, to aim higher. The honour of God in his dealings with mankind; the glory of the Saviour in dispensing the riches of his grace; and the spiritual benefit of immortal souls, are often promoted by instruments as intrinsically weak and insignificant as
, this little volume, Aid me by your prayers, that Homay, in some humble degree, attain these most important of all ends; and accept a renewed assurance that I continue, as I long have been, in og to 29Vito 110r1 Your affectionate Friend, w WOY .290166 blusiejasi
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