ABSTRACT
My mother packed a little bundle of clothes . . . . At last came the afternoon when I was to leave . . . . she put her arms round my neck, weeping and unable to utter a word . . . and so we parted . . . . It was a lovely sunny afternoon, and soon my fickle childish mind forgot its sadness. I rejoiced in all the new things I was seeing . . . however, [before long] I realized how alone and left to my own resources I was, and how I had no other than God in heaven . . . . It was all so strange, that I seemed to be far out in the wide world.
