Charlotte M. Yonge

Chantry House Charlotte M. Yonge

?And if it be the heart of man Which our existence measures, Far longer is our childhood?s span Than that of manly pleasures. ?For long each month and year is then, Their thoughts and days extending, But months and years pass swift with men To time?s last goal descending.? ISAAC WILLIAMS. The united force of the younger generation has been brought upon me to record, with the aid of diaries and letters, the circumstances connected with Chantry House and my two dear elder brothers. Once this could not have been done without more pain than I could brook, but the lapse of time heals wounds, brings compensations, and, when the heart has ceased from aching and yearning, makes the memory of what once filled it a treasure to be brought forward with joy and thankfulness. Nor would it be well that some of those mentioned in the coming narrative should be wholly forgotten, and their place know them no more.