Memoirs of Anne C.L. Botta,: written by her friends. With selections from her correspondence and from her writings in prose and poetry.

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BY EDMUND C. STEDMAN, NEW-YORK.
MY DEAR MR. BOTTA:
a. T is not too early now -and I trust it is not
too late - for me to say how fully I have
realized the change in your life resulting from
a loss of which none can declare, "I Thou know'st't is
common." All who remember the conditions of your
former happiness feel that your trouble is the graver
for the unusual term of felicity which it brought
to an end. Fate is so uncompromising! The man
whom it favors most is sure to be overwhelmed with
sorrows in their full proportion.
Mrs. Botta was in truth no ordinary companion, no
woman of a common type. It is more than thirty
years since you first welcomed me to your beautiful
home. During this period I too seldom availed myself
of its privileges, always generously extended, and
therefore I did not often meet your wife. But so
vivid and helpful were the impressions made by that
ho me and its mistress that it seems to me as if I were
your frequent guest. Like every one else, I found
Mrs. Botta absolutely unspoiled by her social and in
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