| A NEW ENGLAND GIRLHOOD |
| I should like far better to listen to my girlreaders' thoughts |
| skies were poetry. God himself was poetry. As I grew up and lived |
| CONTENTS. |
| grandmother had been left a widow with a large family in my |
| Remembered Sunset. There Is No Such Home Splendor Now. |
| polite, and very fond of us children, whom be was always treating |
| Home, The Fine Lady That Did Not Wish To Be Played With, But |
| Abrupt Turn, Widening Into A Cart Road, Then To A Tumble Down |
| In Essex County, Marblehead. |
| Before My Birth, My Father Took A Store For The Sale Of What |
| the fondness of the whole family, myself included, and she became |
| Too, Was, "let Not Your Heart Be Troubled. In My Father's House |
| taken with the sound of words, without any thought of their |
| aside, and every body, as well as every thing, was subjected to a |
| and awe that I forgot to make the proper response of a "curtsey," |
| Select"), reading or repeating them to her, while she was busy |
| When the choir sang of |
| Testament, then, did really mean what it said! Jesus said He |
| To learn hymns was not only a pastime, but a pleasure which it |
| That Glorious Chant Of The Ages, |
| done something forbidden, which I knew she had been about only a |
| those who sinned could not possibly go to heaven. I understood, |
| consent. She revealed to me, under promise of strict secrecy, the |
| fisherman called for the first, second, and then reluctantly, for |
| to dry, not thinking of him as a living creature. When I went |
| mother want me to come home?" Or we sat down together in the |
| sea for playthings. There was one imported shell that we did not |
| We were rather a young nation at this time. The History of the |
| Was Too Much Reality About That "inbreed Sin." I Felt That I Was |
| children that they must receive the kingdom of God like grown |
| through Cat Swamp, to the edge of Burnt Hills and Beaver Pond. |
| Preparing To Take An Imaginary Sleigh Ride In Midsummer. The |
| A Brand New Pair Of Red Morocco Boots. All Went Well Until We |
| Wandered There At Will, Trying To Decipher The Moss Grown |
| Everybody about us worked, and we expected to take hold of our |
| an expression truly heavenly in its loveliness. Heaven claimed |
| and admired, and sometimes tried to imitate, but my efforts |
| rather amused "Yes," and I ran back happy, and began my library |
| Goldau," I first felt my imagination thrilled with the terrible |
| which the very tones of the sightless speaker's voice seemed to |
| and |
| of my own faults and perversities; and when I saw that there was |
| that we could not go to meeting that day, because the church was |
| dear, dull, good old volumes that all my life I had tried in vain |
| that I was a pretender and deceiver, as I knew that I was, I |
| often grew tiresome. I could not see into their complications, or |
| to be a schoolteacher, like Aunt Hannah. Afterward, when I heard |
| Could Earn My Living In That Way, All Important Consideration. |
| the church greatly. I had never before seen a real one; never |
| have considered the hardships of our lot. She taught us not only |
| think, the first magazine prepared for American children, who |
| Take Hold Of Every Day, Practical Work, And Carry It On |
| Comes Back To Me Now, In Snatches Like These: |
| brought with her to her place of toil the orphan child of her |
| Its incessant discords could not drown the music of my thoughts |
| both delightful and terrible. And yet here was this girl to whom |
| always contented when he was with me. |
| and to talk, but I knew he would not be inconsolable. So I only |
| undertake. |
| heart's service; she added to it her friendship, her gratitude |
| classifying habit illustrates the fact. If we must classify our |
| sensitive organization, fervently spiritual, and earnestly |
| Time I Began To Think And To Wonder About My Own Life That What |
| given, was undoubtedly just: "It has plenty of pith, but it lacks |
| themselves to others in the shape of worthy actions. Then they |
| Live like the flowers! |
| more than twenty years old. The only continuous editing I have |
| varying it as we pleased. After I began to read and love |
| And she generally had to hear the whole poem, for I was very fond |
| "Bind up thy tresses, thou beautiful one, |
| were guarded. |
| Cyclopoedia of English Literature " were in the city library, and |
| of the "Bibliotheca Sacra " and the "New Englander;" and |
| More Enthusiastically Than Some Of Us Working Girls Did. The Very |
| the expectation that it is going to be easy, or with the wish to |
| verses about it which impressed me much, but which I only partly |
| but one evening when we assembled at the "Improvement Circle," he |
| had a desire to see the prairies and the great rivers of the |
| The editors of the "Offering" left with me a testimonial in |
| beautiful to us as rocks. We had never dreamed of a world without |
| experience since in several institutions of the kind. The study |
| being out of its nebulous elements into form, as planets and suns |
| especially gratified. That and another poem, "The Loyal woman's |
