Author: Mary Baker Eddy

Publisher: Forgotten Books

Published: 2015-06-17

Total Pages: 110

ISBN-13: 9781330585764

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Excerpt from Retrospection and Introspection My childhood's home I remember as one with the open hand. The needy were ever welcome, and to the clergy were accorded special household privileges. Many peculiar circumstances and events connected with my childhood throng the chambers of memory. For some twelve months, when I was about eight years old, I repeatedly heard a voice, calling me distinctly by name, three times, in an ascending scale. I thought this was my mother's voice, and sometimes went to her, beseeching her to tell me what she wanted. Her answer was always: "Nothing, child! What do you mean?" Then I would say: "Mother, who did call me?" I heard somebody call Mary, three times!" This continued until I grew discouraged, and my mother was perplexed and anxious. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Download or read book Retrospection and Introspection written by Mary Baker Eddy and published by Forgotten Books. This book was released on 2015-06-17 with total page 110 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Excerpt from Retrospection and Introspection My childhood's home I remember as one with the open hand. The needy were ever welcome, and to the clergy were accorded special household privileges. Many peculiar circumstances and events connected with my childhood throng the chambers of memory. For some twelve months, when I was about eight years old, I repeatedly heard a voice, calling me distinctly by name, three times, in an ascending scale. I thought this was my mother's voice, and sometimes went to her, beseeching her to tell me what she wanted. Her answer was always: "Nothing, child! What do you mean?" Then I would say: "Mother, who did call me?" I heard somebody call Mary, three times!" This continued until I grew discouraged, and my mother was perplexed and anxious. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.