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Little book, enlivened of many a pleasant solitary hour these pages are full and [are?] our days of companionship draws near to a close. We must part and on other leaves must be inscribed the future waymarks on the path of time.
The task of many days is done, & of each one since the commencement of the present years is herein inscribed some brief record that the many little incidents the pleasures and the griefs of my youth might not be entirely forgotten and that in coming years I might have this to read perhaps at times and recall the thoughts and feelings of earlier days have I written what to other eyes might seem trifling and foolish. For my own improvement and, for my own pleasure solely it was written, - a selfish object truly - but I have wished no one to read it but myself and it still is a treasure sacred to myself and so let it remain. How could I write freely