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Excerpt from Old Memories, Vol. 1: A Novel My mother! What hosts of memories, sad and joyful, start up into life at these two magic words. My mother has been dust these twenty years, but she rises clearly before me now - a tall, stately, handsome lady, generally dressed in black, With a reserved mien and haughty carriage. Why have I no tender or softening memory of her? Why, When I dream of her now, as an old woman, Is she always the same cold _and stately lady that she was in my child ish dreams? That most lovely and tender of all earthly names Mother - was a frigid sound enough in mine and my brother's ears. We never used to run to our mother, to kiss or cling about her - very far indeed, at an im measurable distance, was such a, thought from us. She was a handsome lady, dressed in rust ling silks, 'who used to come sometimes into our nursery, sit down, talk to us for a While. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.