The story of my life ; or, The sunshine and shadow of seventy years / by Mary A. Livermore ... with hitherto unrecorded incidents and recollections of three years' experience as an army nurse in the great Civil War, and reminiscences of twenty-five years' experiences on the lecture platform ... to which is added six of her most popular lectures ... with portraits and one hundred and twenty engravings from designs by eminent artists ...

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other series of paroxysms like these just ended. It is neuralgia of the heart, an almost always fatal ailment. You
had better send for Mr. Henderson."
A trustworthy servant, mounted on the fleetest horse,
was despatched for Mr. Henderson, with orders to ride fast,
and not to return without him. We heard the clatter of the
horse's hoofs as he galloped out into the darkness, away
down the avenue, speeding on an errand of life and death.
We planned for the night while Laura slept, and the watchA FATHER'S ANXIETY
Nearer - nearer - nearer - yes, there were two horses. Mr. Henderson was coming, thank
God I
ers at her side sought rest. A trusty servant slept in the
hall, and I insisted on sharing with Mrs. Blackstock the
vigils of the night,- waking when Laura waked, sleeping
when she slept. Day was dawning when I heard the distant hoofs of the returning horseman galloping up the
avenue. I listened. Nearer, nearer, nearer, yes, there were
two horses. Mr. Henderson was coming, thank God!
The horses stopped at the door. Mr. Henderson threw
the reins to the servant, ascended the stairs noiselessly, and,
covered with dust and white with anxiety, he entered the
room which I opened to him. "Is she alive?" was the
question framed by his lips, which emitted no sound. I