Excerpt from Memoirs of Madame Lafarge In the solitude of my prison I have forgotten my suffer ings, in order to return With you into the feelings of my life. I have disclosed to you all my joys, all my griefs, all my tears. I have remembered, wept, and written. I have not asked of God to make me eloquent, but I have prayed that he would endue all my recollections with charity and truth, and that he would give to my words the power of persuasion - of conviction. If you shall approve what I have done; if it shall have strengthened a single belief, or have reclaimed a wavering mind, my object Will have been accomplished. My generous friends, you who have withheld me from despair, by placing my honour under the safeguard of your conviction, who have become the guardians of my unhappi ness, may you be a thousand times rewarded! 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.

Excerpt from Memoirs of Madame Lafarge, Vol. 2 At a few leagues' distance from Paris, the country, without being less beautiful, assumed a harsher aspect. Flowering shrubs, fragrant but useless, were succeeded by cultivated fields; the clover was falling under the mower's scythe; the hay was gathered into sweet-scented heaps; and fields of standing rye, undulating under the morning breeze, resembled an ocean of ears and corn-flowers. For the first time I felt all the poetry of spring, away from Villers-Hellon. All the joys of my beloved grandfather returned after the winter. Alas! he would return no more. My heart failed me. The smiling face of spring appeared to me ungrateful and neglectful. Lalo's thoughts and feelings sympathised with mine, and we were both affected by painful reminiscences. 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.

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Excerpt from Memoirs of Madame Lafarge, Vol. 1 of 2 Go, oh! my thoughts, towards that free and lovely Isle, which has sympathies for misfortune, which will have belief for truth; - go, and bear my thanks to the noble Daughters of England, who have mixed their tears with my tears; carry my benedictions to those wives, virtuous enough to believe in virtue, strong enough, perhaps, openly to absolve a poor, condemned woman. Noble Ladies, who are the happiness of those whom your hearts have chosen, the joys of your children, the glories of your homes, when I come to you, do not repulse me; let the sorrows of the prisoner mix themselves with your blessed and well-loved lives; give a tear to her griefs, absolution to her faults; let your faith protect her innocence on earth, let your prayers mount for her towards Heaven. 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.

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