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Title: Recollections and impressions,
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Sellar, Eleanor Mary Dennistoun, 1829-
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Publisher: Edinburgh London : W. Blackwood
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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reverence for learning combining with her intense affection for her son to fill her heart with proud satisfaction. In September she returned to her own house in Walker Street. There was no pain nor sickness, only a gradual failure of the bodily powers. She had always been the best of correspondents, and now she still sat guiding that unwearied pen ofhers; but so dim had her sight grown that she sometimes failed to notice that she had no ink on her pen. She got into the habit of handing her letters to the grand-daughter who lived with her to have them corrected. For some days before she took to her bed she had written diligently, but had never asked to have the press corrected, —her own phrase. A few dayslater she sent for her blotting-book and showed us six letters addressed to her sons. Only two were finished, but all were begun, so, that no one should feel neglected. Life was dear to her among all her children and grandchildren, and when she first felther strength going she had some days of quiet
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From a photograph hy Rodger, St Andrezvs, iS^n. MRS SELLAR. * STEPPING WESTWARD. 233 sadness. Then she realised that this was an occasion for her instinctive delight in giving, and grew quite cheerful, looking round her room and deciding to whom she might leave all her little possessions. One of my daughters was not very strong that year, and Grannie was eager that she should enter at once into the possession of her sealskin. When I tried to put this off she said decidedly, No, the cold weather is coming; besides, if she waited till I were dead she would not wear it at once. For three months the dear old lady lay in her room, her bodily powers gradually failing, but nothing clouding her mind nor weakening her immense power of loving. One of her grand-children was attending my husbands lectures on Latin literature, and, for love of the lecturer, the old lady insisted on having notes read aloud to her. On one occasion, after a long pause, shesaid, looking puzzled, I cant remember whetherthere were two

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