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3i8 ANNALS OF OUR ANCESTORS
for innate goodness, he had no child the equal of Doane. I
know she has been a patient wife and mother as she was a
faithful and devoted helper in the home of her childhood.
Sweet-voiced Agnes, so early widowed — her children, as
those of Doane, must make up to her much of what her life
has missed. The name of Agnes Wickfield tells again the love
of their parents for some book-folk. Sympathetic and thought-
ful, Agnes as girl and woman is sweet to remember. I am glad
that she, too, had her trip across the waters with other musi-
cians that summer of 1902, for hers is a music-hungry soul.
She was married to Andrew Crawford on November 18, 1891,
and on an Easter Sunday, April 12, 1903, she was left a widow
with her three little children, Donald, Rosamond, and Dick.
The siege of diphtheria which took Nell and the first-born of
Agnes and Andrew prostrated Agnes with severity, but her
life was spared. We see that our brother William's family
have had their share of the sadness of life.
Josephine Joy was the last child. We know her still as
"Bam," contracted from Rose's name for her — Bambino.
Once I loved to hear her whistle like the birds in our south
orchard long ago, but the years have stolen from me the
sweetness of sound. Bam is a businesslike woman, and I have
noted with interest her development, as I have that of all my
nieces, watching to see in them the evolution of characteristics
I knew in their foreparents. To Josephine it was given, as
to the youngest in our family, to care for her mother in her
last earthly days. She and Gustavus A. Lehmann were
married October 16, 1895, and have made a pair to be depended
upon in an emergency, which I think a high compliment for
anyone.
Often during my later years I have sat in my quiet home
and thought of dear ones far away on the waters or in distant
parts of our own land, and I am thankful that in all our journeyings
we have been kept from fatal accidents. The generation
following me must write of the lands and people they have
seen — to me it has been given to write of beginnings. We
are glad to have our party of this summer back in safety, and
now we think many times of Grace and Ernest and dear little