mary anne carew

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MARY ANNE CAREW:

WIFE, MOTHER, SPIRIT, ANGEL.

BY

CARLYLE PETERSILEA

AUTHOR OF

"Oceanides: A Psychical Novel," "The Discovered Country,"
"Letters from the Spirit World," Etc., Etc.

CHICAGO

[1893]
Copyrighted by

Carlyle Petersilea in England and America.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, 1893

The text has not been professionally proofed and
experience shows that works of this vintage are likely
to have more than a few errors compared to recent works.

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To Wives and Mothers

THIS BOOK

IS MOST RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED BY

THE WRITER.
CONTENTS.

CHAPTER PAGE

INTRODUCTION 1
I.—MARY: THE WIFE AND MOTHER 9
II.—A MINISTERING ANGEL 18
III.—MY BABES IN HEAVEN 31
IV.—SIGISMUND 45
V.—A BEREFT WIDOW 62
VI.—THE RAINBOW BRIDGE 73
VII.—VISITING THE SCHOOL 89
VIII.—URSULA'S HISTORY 103
IX.—ADAM AND EVE 125
X.—OLD PONTO 137
XI.—AN UNHAPPY WOMAN 153
XII.—OLD ERROR WOUNDED, BUT NOT CONQUERED .175
XIII.—AN ELECTRIC CLOCK 186
XIV.—PAINTING, SINGING, AND SUPPER 197
XV.—REST 212
XVI.—SAILORS` REFUGE .227
XVII.—A POOR OLD TRAMP 242
CONTENTS.

CHAPTER PAGE

XVIII.—TOBACCO, AND MARBLES 256
XIX.—AN EDUCATIONAL HALL FOR LADIES 275
XX.—LADY AGNES 296
XXI.—A MURDERED WIFE AND MOTHER 312
XXII.—THE CIRCLE 327
XXIII.—LONELINESS 337
XXIV.—A SPIRITUAL TELEPHONE 349
XXV.—ISLANDS OF HEAVEN 365
XXVI.—SCIENCE AND LOVE 384
XXVII.—COURTSHIP 400
XXVIII.—THE BRIDAL CHAMBER 412
XIX.—SWEDENBORG 426
XXX.—THE GULF SPANNED 438
XXXI.—A CHAPTER OF QUESTIONS 441
PUBLISHER'S INTRODUCTION
———
MARY ANNE CAREW,
WIFE, MOTHER, SPIRIT, ANGEL.
———
In presenting as a premium book this amazing narrative
of actual experiences in the spirit spheres, we are
adding to the premium list one of the books written by
the gifted Carlyle Petersilea. We realize that its perusal
will arouse widespread interest in all aspects of the
Spiritual Philosophy and it is replete with heart interest
from first page to the last.

No one can read this fascinating book without being
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M. E. CADWALLADER,
Publisher.
INTRODUCTION.

SHE was a young lady not yet thirty; the wife of a fond
husband and the mother of three beautiful children, two
boys and a girl, the oldest not yet six, the youngest not
a year old. She was of medium height, with rounded
graceful form, and eyes of heaven's own blue. Her
complexion was clear and very fair; her hair a deep
golden brown, thick and waving.

She was an affectionate wife, a careful and loving
mother, a good daughter, and fond sister. Her virtues
were many, her vices none. She walked in the midst of
her little family like a saint, ministering to her children
lovingly, and making home pleasant and cheerful for
her husband.

It would seem that life to her had, but just commenced
in real earnest, and her health had always been
excellent.
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She was born and bred a good Catholic, and had never
swerved from the religion of her fathers.

A generous, warm-hearted, Irish lady. It had never
entered her husband's mind that she would be taken
from him and her children. He did not dream that he
would be bereaved and his children left motherless.
How could he? They were both in the heyday of life
and youth, both in robust health, both extremely
ambitious and hopeful.

And she—the thought of death did not cross her mind,
or if she thought of death, it was as something very far
removed, something that might occur when she should
become an old lady and no longer cared for life: her
children would then be men and women, and would no
longer need her care. Death was not in her thoughts, but
life, life! So she pressed her babes to! her motherly
heart, and sung her sweet lullaby blithely, fondly
building castles in the air for her darlings to inhabit in
the future: her dear, little baby girl, her boy of three,
and the pride of her eyes, the man of six.

Thus the months glided by on swift and

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INTRODUCTION. .3

happy wings; but there came a time when the fond
mother found herself ill.

"Ah! a bad cold," the doctor said. "She would be all
right in a day or two."

But the days glided on. Still the cold was no better. A
hard cough set in; her strength failed, her limbs were
weak and trembling; she often pressed her hand to her
side, complaining of a sharp pain there'; her, breathing
became labored, her cough worse; soon she was
confined to her bed altogether, and her husband saw
that she must die.

The doctor shook his head sadly. The nurse looked
pitiful and said:

Poor thing! an' she so young an' the childer no more nor
babies."

But they carefully concealed from the young mother
that she was dying. She expected confidently to get
well. She did not think herself dying, and thought each
day that her cold, as she persisted in calling it, would
be better on the morrow. And thus the morrows came
and went, until at last one came, and there were no
more to follow, at least, no more for her—her last
day—her last hour on earth had come—and still she
knew it, not. She
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sunk into unconsciousness, and thus breathed her last
without bidding adieu to either husband or children.

Her body was soon after prepared for burial, and her
heartbroken husband, together with other near and dear
relatives, followed her remains to the grave a few days
after the sad event, and each and all looked upon the
dear one as dead and gone to her final rest. Her
husband believed that death was the end: he had no
hope of a future life. To him death ended all.

Her own family were all good Catholics, and believed
she was in glory with the mother of God, and the saints.

Thus ended the first chapter of the life of Mary; the
wife, the mother, the daughter, the sister! A fair and
beautiful life, an unspotted soul, a gifted, loving and
generous being.

Thousands of just such deaths are taking place, have
taken place in the past, and will take place in the future.
Babes are robbed of their mothers, husbands of their
wives, parents of their daughters, and the earth of
young, beautiful womanhood. And why? Where