A Brief Memoir with Portions of the Diary, Letters, and Other Remains, - of Eliza Southall, Late of Birmingham, England by Eliza Southall
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causes, considerable intervals occur in which nothing was written.
It has been the endeavor of the editor to make such selections as may preserve a faithful picture of the whole. There is almost of necessity a certain amount of repetition, as in seasons of depression, when faith and hope seemed to be much obscured, or, on the other hand, when cheerful thankfulness and joy of heart were her portion; and in such places it did not seem right to curtail her words too much. Many entries referred too closely to personal and family matters to be suitable for publication, and the uneventful character of her life does not leave room to supply in their stead much in the way of narrative; but it will be remembered that it is the heavenward journey that it is desired to trace, not simply _towards_ the land "very far off," but that pilgrimage _during which_, though on earth, the believer in Jesus is at times privileged to partake of the joys of heaven. The first volume of the series is entitled, by its author, "Mementos of Mercy to the Chief of Sinners." Some lines written on her fourteenth birthday--about the period, of its commencement--may appropriately introduce the extracts. _6th Mo. 9th_, 1837.-- Can it be true that one more link In that mysterious chain, Which joins the two eternities, I shall not see again? Eternity! that awful thing Thought tries in vain to scan; |
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