I was deeply impressed.
My Grandfather Morrison married Miss Hodge, of Edinburgh, a lady in education, manners, and position, who died while the family was still young.

At this time he was in good circumstances, a leather merchant conducting the tanning business in Dunfermline; but the peace after the Battle of Waterloo involved him in ruin, as it did thousands; so that while my Uncle Bailie, the eldest son, had been brought up in what might be termed luxury, for he had a pony to ride, the younger members of the family encountered other and harder days.
The second daughter, Margaret, was my mother, about whom I cannot trust myself to speak at length.

She inherited from her mother the dignity, refinement, and air of the cultivated lady.

Perhaps some day I may be able to tell the world something of this heroine, but I doubt it.

I feel her to be sacred to myself and not for others to know.