Paxtons e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. In 1884, I paid the tribute of filial love and piety, to the memory of my mother, Maria Marshall, by a memorial volume, entitled The Marshall Family. Since that time it has been my ambition to erect a monument to my father's name, by gathering the disjecta membra of the Paxton race, and forming them into a pyramid whose apex is lost in the clouds of antiquity.<br><br>All of us in Scotland, England, Wales, Ireland and America, whether spelling the name Paxton, Paxson or Paxon, trace our lineages to the same source.<br><br>My index names 1500 Paxtons and 5000 of the blood, but bearing other names. It shows they are living in 700 different places, in 49 states and territories. They are scattered from China, on the East, to the Sandwich Islands, on the West. But those named are a mere fraction of the entire family.<br><br>I therefore proudly place on my title page as a family greeting, and as a motto for the race, We Are One.<br><br>Of course there are numerous inacuracies on my pages; but my people will pardon them.<br><br>How many of this vast host will meet in family reunion at St. Louis the three days commencing with the last Tuesday in June, 1904? My correspondents, with enthusiasm, approve the meeting. They will greet each other, the first day, with cold hands of politeness, but will part, the third day, with warm tears of love, and tender embraces of affection. Though I will be in my 86th year, and am deaf, and dim of vision, I hope and pray that God will permit me to meet my children with a parental tenderness, and part from them with my patriarchal blessing. A month prior to the reunion, all will be notified, by circular, of further arrangements.