. Maine in history and romance. dedin the past. Surely I have been a treasure house of great thoughts andwell have I guarded them. Sometimes a weariness steals over me, my hinges grow weak, andwith folded top I long for rest. As age creeps on there are days whenI live wholly in the past. I miss the grand old men and stately women,companions of my youth. I remember a paragraph in the diary of ChiefJustice Sewall. Sabbath, Dec. 30, 1688. Last night I dreamed of military matters, Arms and Captains andof a suddain, Major Gookin, very well clad from head to foot, and of avery fresh lively countenan
. Maine in history and romance. dedin the past. Surely I have been a treasure house of great thoughts andwell have I guarded them. Sometimes a weariness steals over me, my hinges grow weak, andwith folded top I long for rest. As age creeps on there are days whenI live wholly in the past. I miss the grand old men and stately women,companions of my youth. I remember a paragraph in the diary of ChiefJustice Sewall. Sabbath, Dec. 30, 1688. Last night I dreamed of military matters, Arms and Captains andof a suddain, Major Gookin, very well clad from head to foot, and of avery fresh lively countenance—his Coat and Breeches of blood-red silk,beckoned me out of the room where I was to speak to him. I surely have been and am a treasured heir-loom, and when a fewdays ago quietly I sat for my picture, proud indeed was I. I have lookedback over much that has passed, faithfully I have reviewed much that hasgone before. In years to come shall I be called upon to tell anotherstory from the year 1915 to—what date? Who can tell?.
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