ABSTRACT
Thus abruptly does the manuscript written by Mrs Papendiek close, 1 and it is a matter of regret that the further record of those stirring times with which she was so intimately connected, to use her own words, was never chronicled by her pen, but death stepped in and closed the earthly labours of that earnest and energetic character. She passed peacefully away within two months of her last entry 2 in the volume of reminiscences which she was preparing as a labour of love, her cheerful happy nature remaining bright and trustful to the last.
