To my little friends, MARY and ALICE SEELYE, I wish to inscribe this volume, in remembrance of a pleasant summer spent under their father's roof--the Water Cure, at Cleveland, where a part of these sketches were written,--in remembrance of their happy, cordial faces, and of the "loving kindness" of their parents--of much genial companionship and generous sympathy. In remembrance of the beautiful wood, with its flowery paths, its hills and dells and darkly shadowed water, where we often wandered together;--where my dear baby grew like the flowers, drinking in dew and sunshine--strengthened by fresh winds and aromatic odors,--where under fluttering forest-leaves her little face caught its fir…
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