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"To the Dear Brother or Sister to whom this album may be allotted. I would gladly have kept this because it was prized by my dear Amelia, but considering the uncertainty of missionary life and the fact that the writers are strangers to me, send it to you knowing that you will prize it highly. Forty hours have past since the spirit of our beloved Amelia sped to its home in heaven. More blessed then we she has gone where sin and sorrow are not. Where her savior is and where angels as well. Her robes are white, a crown of gold upon her head, a harp in her hand, she bows before the great white throne and sings hallelujah to God and the Saints. Oh let us haste to prepare for our journey to the blessed above." Interfoliata included with the album is the short note quoted above, written by Reverend Charles Little (1818-1892), Amelia's husband, shortly after her death in India, and placed into the album, as he returned it to her family. Amelia was a young girl from Sherburne, NY, who shortly after marrying her husband in 1847, travel to India with him to work as missionaries. Unfortunately, she passed away shortly after arrival. This friendship album spans the years 1841-1847,as a school girl, prior to her departure to India. The majority of the entries are from her friends from Sherburne, NY or near by towns in 1844-1846, and consist mainly of poetry/. The later entries in 1847, tend to be letters or short notes written as she prepares to start her journey to India. The latest entry in the album, on December 19, 1847, is by her brother, Isaac S. Newton (1825-1889), who is two years her junior, and her closet sibling in age. It is full of hope for the new life his sister will, and also talks about the strength of his love for her, and how the ocean between will not dim its strength. Additionally , some entries discuss Amelia's decision to take on the missionary lifestyle and the sacrifice, deprivation and suffering it will bring. and Below are excerpts from entries in the album: "While youth's lovely light Beams from thy laughing eye, Account the precious hours of time And seize them as they fly They'll change thy raven locks to snow And fade thy cheek of bloom And oh! too soon they'll bear thee on To moulder in the tomb Then grasp them, vast eternity Alone can fully tell The value of thy fleeting youth Oh then improve it well." - N. A. Turner, Nelson, NY, July 14th, 1845 "Perhaps this is not the proper place, my sister, to express freely the feelings of the heart. Custom may have rendered it the appropriate receptacle of affected expressions & jingling nonsense. If so, let the occasion excuse the impropriety; for, standing as we do upon our country's border - you to bit it, and your friends a final farewell; myself, to accept your adieu and offer the same in return - it is no time for soulless assertions] of friendship and lasting love. What mutual affection which has always existed between us was of no ordinary kind I have often felt. Those natural ties which unite members of the same family are indeed strong; but may they not be - in our case have they not been - strengthen by circumstances? In childhood we joined in our sports - holding hands together as we sought the old school house. Though oceans roll between us, the ties of affection will not be severed. We have a sister in heaven. We loved her. Do we not love her still! At her Father's bidding she crossed the wide ocean that separates time from eternity, but to me, sad would be the thought that sister Maria's love died with her death. If the strong hand of death severs not these ties why should mere separation? To India hereafter I shall look with different feelings not merely as to a land of millions starving for the bread of life, but as to the home of a Dear Sister - the land of her adoption - the abiding place of all I love. Amelia, that you have chosen a life of toil & inspiration. You well know, you will be called to suffer - to endure but these sufferings and this endu. N° de ref. del artículo 20202412
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