This feeling grew upon me
daily, and at last began to haunt me like a constantly re-appearing
spectre. It is now about three years since, in looking over some old
letters and papers, I came unexpectedly upon a document written by
my mother--all the evidence as to this was clear--and addressed to
myself. How it should have remained so long unobserved, and yet in
my possession, is one of the mysterious things which I do not
attempt to explain. There is a Providence in all things, even to the
most minute, and I simply refer the fact to Providence, and leave it
there. This document spoke briefly, but with no special
particularity, of her marriage with a Captain Allen, and settlement
in this town. It stated that she had two children, a son and a
daughter, and that in leaving America for England, she had taken her
daughter, but left the son behind. There was no suggestion as to the
use to be made of these facts; but there was such a statement of
them as left their verification, I thought, easy. I turned them over
and over in my mind, and in the end resolved to gain all accessible
information touching the present condition of things.
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