Mrs. Overtheway's Remembrances

Mrs. Overtheway's Remembrances


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Mrs. Overtheway's Remembrances by Juliana Horatia Ewing

This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic, timeless works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them.

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ISBN-13: 9781511942409
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date: 04/28/2015
Pages: 120
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.25(d)

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It did not move my grief, to see The trace of human step departed, Because the garden was deserted, The blither place for me I Friends, blame me not! a narrow ken Hath childhood 'twixt the sun and sward : We draw the moral afterward We feel the gladness then. E. Barrett Browning. chapter{Section 4MRS. MOSS. I REMEMBER," said Mrs. Overtheway, "old as I am, I remember distinctly many of the unrecognized vexations, longings, and disappointments of childhood. By unrecognized, I mean those vexations, longings, and disappointments which could not be understood by nurses, are not confided even to mothers, and through which, even in our cradles, we become subject to that law of humanity which gives to every heart its own secret bitterness to be endured alone. These are they which sometimes outlive weightier memories, and produce life-long impressions disproportionate to their value; but oftener, perhaps, are washed away by the advancing tide of time, the vexations, longings, and disappointments of the next period of our lives. These are they which are apt to be forgotten too soon to benefit our children, and which in the forgetting make childhood all bright to look back upon, and foster that happy fancy that there is one division of mortal life in which greedy desire, unfulfilled purpose, envy, sorrow, weariness, and satiety, have no part, by which every man believes himself at least to have been happy as a child. " My childhood on the whole was a very happy one. The story that I am about to relate is only a fragment of it. " As I look into the fire, and the hot coals shape themselves into a thousand memories of the past, I seem to be staring with childish eyes at a board that staresback at me out of a larch plantation, and gives notice that 'This House i...

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