LONDON: 1856. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE COLONEL AND LADY LOUISA TIGHE This Work WITH SENTIMENTS OF RESPECT AND GRATITUDE IS INSCRIBED. OUR OWN STORY. CHAPTER I. THERE is, I suppose, in all minds, some memory of the first sense of existence; of a mornent beyond which there is no knowledge whatever of oneself, and even after which there is perhaps another blank in memory. . In my own case that first sense of existence reaches to a date so early in life, that the memory comes only as a streak of light, revealing a picture in a dark place which the next instant conceals. That momentary glimpse shews me a little child sitting somewhere on a stone step, with a white frock turned over her head to screen it from the sun, and her lap is full of wild flowers. VOL. I. B |