Produced by Distributed Proofreaders Withered Leaves from Memory’s Garland By Abigail Stanley Hanna. “There comes a voice that awakes my soul; It is the voice of years that are gone,– They roll before me with all their deeds.” 1857. Preface These pages were not written for public inspection; but to beguile the weary hours of
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