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376 HABIUOT K. HUN T*
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America I Have Been With Deep The Ly Lov...
remember when Lynn Street ( now Commercial ) was open on one side to the broad waters of the harborand when the houses on the
riht hand from Hanover Street side , were not built . Those older g le can remembertooa neatpleasant little dwelling facing the
water peop with a garden , of flowers , all , about it . From the windows you could , look on the free tossing of the sea tideswith the sMps far and
, nearand the little ferry-boats plying to and fro . Beyond was Chelsea , where the cows where feeding in the green pastures . You
could see , the beautiful sunsets reflected in the water , kindling its unstable mass into gorgeous color and shifting flame . And in this
housewhose surrounding scenery gave it a soft charm , —a house with flowers , without , and birds within , and itself the . nest of every
comfort—in this house I was born . There had been a preparation , for my birth in my mother ' s life : in her discipline , her activity , and
her maturity . She was then thirty-five years , of age . Children had been repeatedloffered her for adoption ; to each offer she would
y say , If the Lord wills me to sustain that relation , he will give me a child . ' The Lord willed It .
" This was their first , and ( then ) their only child . Congratulawas tions its , prayers welcome , and into benedictions life ; such the came tenderness in from every and joy quarter with which . Such it
was received . I often think now at this mature age , that those often blessings think were that not the in vain incense , —were from not those without hearts a mystic has perfumed mission . my I
whole existence ; that the gratitude of those parents for a living child has impressed me through subtle , and , it may be , undetectable
we agencies term , Life with " a Three more years reverent affcer and was awful born a sense second of little the great daughter fact ,
. the darling and the friend of her sister's whole life , up to the hour in which the book was penned . Just before the birth of this little
one , the family had moved to a House close to the grand old colonial mansion described "by Cooper in his " Lionel Lincoln . " " It was in
that Fleet Street home , my sister and myself grew up to youth . As our childish characters developed , and our dispositions unfolded , we
were very carefully guarded from temptation . Habits of trust and obedience were thus more easily formed . Our early playmates were
chosen with more care—yes , a great deal more care—than is now larged given wisel to by elect famil taug a y ht memb needs us . er ; We for and were Congress the not difference suffered . Our between to hearts grow wants up were in i and gnorance kept needs
enwas of the distinction y "between the apparent and tlie real—What Is and What SeemsOur fingers were kept busy out of school and play
. Hours ruffled , bosoms aiding the and shirt button -maker -holes , . Hel In ping the her makin in g the of the fine latt stitching er , even ,
1 nowI am considered , an adept . But with all this work , ( which would , be accounted a terrible hardshiin 1855 !) there was always
blended a merriment and joy , for our p mother managed to make us
feel that younger eyes were aiding older ones .
376 Habiuot K. Hun T*
376 HABIUOT K . HUN T *
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Feb. 1, 1860, page 376, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01021860/page/16/
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