My Diary
August 8th 1856- Henrietta
Were circumstances different, I would have commenced in the
first of the month. But in anticipation of a happy time of many hours not all
misspent, I have seated myself to trace the very incidents which have first
occurred, lasting though faulty it be in many respects yet truthfully describing
every little incident of joy or sorrow pleasure or pain. I may in future time
read oer their pages learning from my former folly. Future wisdom, living oer
again past joys and days long fled. Recalling many a half forgoten ----- thin
fading from memory’s page. I may softly guild life's path with a sweet memory of
“joys that we’ve tasted” and chase away the gathering mists of snow with smiles
of other days with thoughts like there past and future softly blending. I
dedicate my Diary.
To Memories of other days,
Mary E. Kirby
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