A New England Girlhood, Outlined from Memory |
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Page 47 - Let — not — your — heart — be — troubled. In — my — Father's — house — are — many — mansions.
Page 176 - Rouse to some work of high and holy love, And thou an angel's happiness shalt know, — Shalt bless the earth while in the world above, The good begun by thee shall onward flow In many a branching stream, and wider grow ; The seed that in these few and fleeting hours, Thy hands unsparing and unwearied sow, Shall deck thy grave, with amaranthine flowers, And yield thee fruits divine in heaven's immortal bowers.
Page 142 - Why grasp at transitory toys, So near to heaven's eternal joys ? 3. Shall aught beguile us on the road, When we are walking back to God? For strangers into life we come, And dying is but going home.
Page 273 - This book is a preservation photocopy. It was produced on Hammermill Laser Print natural white, a 60 # book weight acid-free archival paper which meets the requirements of ANSI/NISO Z39.48-1992 (permanence of paper) Preservation photocopying and binding by Acme Bookbinding Charlestown, Massachusetts CD 1995 The borrower must return this item on or before the last date stamped below.
Page 159 - And the ambition of most girls was to follow their mothers' footsteps in this direction ; a natural and laudable ambition. But girls, as well as boys, must often have been conscious of their own peculiar capabilities, — must have desired to cultivate and make use of their individual powers. When I was growing up, they had already begun to be encouraged to do so. We were often told that it was our duty to develop any talent we might possess, or at least to learn how to do some one thing which the...
Page 175 - Renews the life of joy in happiest hours. It is a little thing to speak a phrase Of common comfort which by daily use Has almost lost its sense ; yet on the ear Of him who thought to die unmourned 'twill fall Like choicest music...
Page 179 - Some of the girls could not believe that the Bible was meant to be counted among forbidden books. We all thought that the Scriptures had a right to go wherever we went, and that if we needed them anywhere, it was at our work. I evaded the law by carrying some leaves from a torn Testament in my pocket. The overseer, caring more for law than gospel, confiscated all he found. He had his desk full of Bibles. It sounded oddly to hear him say to the most religious girl in the room, when he took hers away,...
Page 191 - When I returned I found that I enjoyed even the familiar, unremitting clatter of the mill, because it indicated that something was going on. I liked to feel the people around me, even those whom I did not know, as a wave may like to feel the surrounding waves urging it forward, with or against its own will. I felt that I belonged to the world, that there was something for me to do in it, though I had not yet found out what.
Page 180 - His courtesy was genuine. Still, we did not ' call ourselves ladies. We did not forget that we were working-girls, wearing coarse aprons suitable to our work, and that there was some danger of our becoming drudges. I know that sometimes the confinement of the mill became very wearisome to me. In the sweet June weather I would lean far out of the window, and try not to hear the unceasing clash of sound inside. Looking away to the hills, my whole stifled being would cry out "Oh, that I had wings!
Page 62 - I can but perish if I go — I am resolved to try ; For, if I stay away, I know I must for ever die.