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EVERY-DAY GHOSTS. 41
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There Are Some Shadows Which, Like Gout,...
have buried and trampled on , and over whose grave I know I have built solid and leasant habitation .
many a p street We one rarely hear chance the air to now meet , but an sometimes old organ passing which " strike down s a it quiet up . may
And then , I hasten my steps , and walk as quickly as I can , away from it . From it , and from a far off forgotten Past .
land and " I What . am the . It young does is a - it lovel . trailing speak I y have autumn of vine left ? college evening round , it . and frames I am am travelling standing into a lovel at in a y window Switzer vignette - ,
the blue lake green of Genevawhere the reflected stars shine as brightly are as they touching do up my in the shoulder blue , ni . g I ht . smell I feel the the scent soft of auburn the violets curls which that
she holds in lier hand . I do not believe I listened one bit to the air which some one in the whole
of the that next scene room , it was ming play les ing with , but the it lias perfume wound of it tone self the of around vi her olets voice , it float and s
never over the never bright shall blue I lake hear , it it without melts into every heart beating quicker , ; and my eyes , filling with tears , and the my old dead time rising alive
before me . I remember I have stood the by last her time grave I was often there , since iving and my felt son little a dissertation or nothing .
on the hardiness of the evergreens which , g screen the churchyard , and teaching him to distinguish the different kinds . But the old magic
tune foolish calls as up I was my twenty youth and ar my s lost . love I thoug , and ht I to am myself as young onl and y last as
yeago house year , " and I will happened lay that to one take ghost from / ' I the was music stay - ing stand in a a collection country
of evening French , did airs I ask , and for among that tune them up , and " _Portrait every evenin Charmant g did _" my And comp every
laisant and slightly astonished hostess play it through , and while she played it I looke and d to round weave and its tried recollection to impress into the the air present . I looked scene on at
the my wood memory fire , crackling , —at the yellow satin sofas , —at the two young ladies whiering confidentiallover their crochet—at the
gentlespy , man adversaries with the . bald I looked head at play the ing at door whist of , — the at his conservatory partner , — , and whence his open
room a passion and -flower I thoug with ht her " Now long I shall tendrils have was a just fresh peep association ing into with the
this tune ; which will overpower the old one . " I came back to town , and in a few weekscrossing Golden Square , a cracked old organ
saw struck the up lake " Portrait and the , Charmant starsand : " and the odour I was again of the young violets and arose I again and ;
— satin sofas , and But the stop young ! I must ladies try , to and conjure the whist up instead party the , and yellow could the
passion-flower . All in vain . I could think of them , but I not feel anything but the old stir in my heart of so many , many
years , ago . And I shall never try to lay that ghost again .
Every-Day Ghosts. 41
EVERY-DAY GHOSTS . 41
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), March 1, 1860, page 41, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01031860/page/41/
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