My autobiography needs no preface. Its apology is a promise, made to one who had the best right to demand such a pledge, that before I retired from the profession I had adopted I would publish a record of my life's experiencesa promise now rendered sacred by
"The instinct
Which makes the honored memory of the dead A trust with all the living."
If one struggling sister in the great human family, while listening to the history of my life, gain courage to meet and brave severest trials; if she learn to look upon them as blessings in disguise if she be strengthened in the perform
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ance of "daily duties," however "hardly paid; if she be inspired with faith in the power imparted to a strong will, whose end is good,then I am amply rewarded for my labor.