XX RECOLLECTIONS OF THE AUTHOR. 



My poor father never regained power after 

 his first attack, and became a confirmed invalid. 

 He bore this terrible affliction for two long years 

 with wonderful resignation and patience. The 

 enforced idleness was particularly trying to one 

 so active in mind and body ; and yet, I believe, 

 he never lost his cheerfulness. 



I left England for China in January 1855; 

 and in October 1856 my father died, at the early 

 age of forty-six. 



March 10, 1884. 



