When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying, now, and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that happened.

It is sad to go to pieces like this, but we all have to do it.
My uncle, John A.Quarles, was a farmer, and his place was in the country four miles from Florida.

He had eight children, and fifteen or twenty negroes, and was also fortunate in other ways.

Particularly in his character.

I have not come across a better man than he was.