Epigraph: 'She hall not pass without her requim: Though my name perish, yet shall hers endure. Though I should be forgotten, she, lost gem, Shall be remembered - though she sought not fame, It shall be busy with her beauteous Name.
For I will raise in her bright memory - Lost now on earth - a lasting monument, And graven on it shall recorded be, That all her rays to light mankind were spent.
And this was graven on the pure white stone, In golden letters : " Where she lived she shone."' 'The Star's Monument.' - Jean Ingelow.
Dedication: Dedicated to all who hold her memory dear. At the request of many friends I publish this little volume of poems and short stories, written by my beloved granddaughter. Much has necessarily been omitted, as they were for the most part written down on anything available at the moment - backs of envelopes, pieces of music, margins of books - in pencil, and in many instances almost illegible.
Thus I have had great difficulty in collecting them ; but I rest satisfied that, whatever their faults, they will meet with no harsh criticism, for her dear sake. - Mary Penfold.
