ABSTRACT
Nearing the borders of time, which fact a ripened age promises all, I wish to bless a work which has been such a solace in my declining years. I have been an interested reader of “The Manifesto” from its earliest publication, and could I contribute any thing that would benefit its readers, would, as the widow of old, cast in my mite. Though age has given me a quiet seat in the old arm chair, to witness the proceedings of several generations around me, I still partake of their interests, resolving to bless while life remaineth.
