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

2inne C. Z. cotta
Trusting you have enjoyed this day to its fullest
measure, believe me always truly yours,
A. C. L.
NEW-YORK, January i, 1854.
My dear Friend: The first time I take my pen in
this new year, or the first use I make of it, is to wish
you the happiest of New Year's and all the blessings
of this beautiful life. It is not well, I suppose, to wish
to be too happy, or to wish too much for our friends;
so if you can be, during the next year, as kindly
watched over and protected as you have been in the
years that have passed, we ought perhaps to consider
the measure full. I think I can fully understand how,
in the earlier ages, this sense of the goodness and
mercy of the Creator should have expressed itself in literal or material offerings. Though these are no longer
required, is there not still in the hearts of all of us a
sacrificial altar whereon our offerings of gratitude
should be laid? And have we not all a Mount Moriah
whereon we may test our obedience and resignation?
Ma joins me in kindest wishes to you for the new
year. And believe me sincerely yours,
A. C. L.
WINDHAM, CONN., April 21, 1854.
My dear Friend: My beloved mother is very ill.
She has lain in a sort of stupor all day, moaning with
every breath. The doctors are doing all they can for
her, and the people are all very kind...
April 22d.-I have more hope of Ma than I had
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