THE STORY OF
THE TOYS
BY
MARY H. DODGE
CAMBRIDGE
PRINTED AT THE RIVERSIDE PRESS
1909
"We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, the nobleworks that Thou didst in their days and in the old time before them."
"Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud ofwitnesses ... let us run with patience the race that is set beforeus."
FOREWORD
This story of my mother's family was set down by her originally only torecall it to my mind when I might no longer listen to it as it fell sooften from her own lips. It was written in the intervals of herill-health, without copying or revision, and was not intended forpublication. For this reason, she has dwelt more at length upon thehistory of her own family life than upon that of her sisters, and haspurposely omitted all but a slight reference to the grandchildren andthe events of later years, her intention being to record only what wasoutside my memory, leaving the rest to some other pen. The story,however, has proved to be of so much interest to the other members ofthe family that she was expecting to review it with me as soon aspossible, in order to prepare it to be printed for them. Her suddenillness and death cut short her plans; but I have carried them out asclosely as I[vi] could, and the little book is printed very nearly as shewrote it. Any errors or inaccuracies are mine and not hers.
It has seemed to me that there could be no more fitting memorial of mymother among ourselves, than this story. Its style is appropriate to thesubject and characteristic of herself—forceful, yet full of tendersentiment, ready wit and apt quotation of Scripture; while through itall, quite unconsciously to herself, there shine her cheery hopefulness,her rare unselfishness, and her beautiful faith in God. Since myfather's death her health had been very much better, and she was lookingforward to years of comfort; but, in December, 1908, she was suddenlyseized with a serious heart trouble, and after a distressing illness ofabout three months, which she bore with her own brave patience, on themorning of February 27, 1909, she went to join her beloved.
For those of us who have known her wonderful personality, no memorial isneeded to increase our love and admiration of her; but to the youngermembers of the family, whose memory of her may be slight, I hope thatthis[vii] little book may give a glimpse of the beauty of her life, as wellas of the noble souls whom she so worthily represented and whose bloodwe are proud to share.
"They climbed the steep ascent of Heaven
Through peril, toil and pa BU KİTABI OKUMAK İÇİN ÜYE OLUN VEYA GİRİŞ YAPIN!
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