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NOTICES OF BOOKS. 349
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Lays Of Lowly Jlife, By Ruth Wills. Lond...
we ate the tender shoots of the hawthorn and the honeyed petals of the red clover flower . I do made not mean it rule that we went to entirel into y debt without food at l this
timebut as mother a never run , our suppy was both Bri , htest scanty things and uncertain are fleetest , thoug ' so h sings few the peop poet le guessed and so it anything turned out about with it ,
' g ,, mother me ; the had ' blessed the good time fortun ' did . not e to last get long me . into When the warehouse I was eleven where years I am of age still , delihtful leasant
employed ; and now no more gwanderings , no more pexperience workdreary of the and ; dolce monotonous far _nientej sometimes —henceforward , yet pleasant , it must withal be , work as it , rewarded woman's
me with , the proud consciousness that I was not only able to eat my daily bread " I , must but to now earn speak it . of the interest Sunday in School its lessons , where and I was warml still attached a constant to
attendant teacher , taking —a lad considerable whose entire devotedness to her , class I have y never seen my y opened equalled . I It had was always a red been letter fond day of in reading my calendar and eagerl when our devoured library every was
book tales ; that but . my came appetite in my was way now , especiall to be y ministered stories , of wild to by adventure _YoutJCs y more wholesome and fairy
fareand I read delightedly some old volumes of the Magazine , with , But its charming bett essays still coming by Jane . Tay T think lor . I was about fourteen when a lady
" er was , nowalas ! no morelent me Milton ' s ' Paradise Lost , ' which I had long desired to see , . The reading , of it was to me world the opening world up of of a mine and bri of rich ht
treasure ness of which ; it was I had the before discovery no idea of a . new —a beauty gto thish
influences " I should which have I remarked need not speak that minister about of here a would year , there previous call had come over , throug me a of great some the
change entire with — consciousness the that good which Father . ' my I dear above had become It would thoug seem htful as , if ' and an heart aw anxious akening and mind to be and at
one . , , soul were aroused all at onceand all things in earth and sky wore a new and spokto me with a , new voice . When I read Milton ' s matchless
aspect , e poem and could my whole scarcel soul y sleep responded at night to for its unearthl the echoes y music of its . wondrous I was enraptured melody , . of illumined bliht that
never Thenceforward was on sea I or lived shore in . ' a world Life was never my own to , be joyless again y — a ' g
For And I drunk on honey the milk dew had of Paradise fed , . ventured " Shortly _tp after send this a piece I essayed to the Children to write ' s verses Magazine , and , where after several it was then inserted attempts the ,
to exercise my great of this joy , faculty with an has approving afforded and would me notice the purest by the enj Editor oyment have . been . Since The wearisome course of
my cumstances but life for the has flowers been monotonous of uncongenial poesy sprin , fellowshi ging up ps , b , percliance y it the has wayside been , throug . Thrown h the medium by cir- , among
of books aloneand especially of books of poetry , that I have been able to out cultivate from the the circle society , of of taste the wise and and intellect good , b of the lowl learned position and refined I am . fain Shut to
think their writings that I have with enj the oyed star more -bright than children an equivalent y of my literature , y in and communing song , . through
" LeicesterJanuary 1 st , 1861 . " HUTH WILLS . ' * , ANNE _BOLEYjST _,
Lady Who Anne so blithe of Hever as she , ? Rose of English maidens ,
Beautiful and free j
Notices Of Books. 349
NOTICES OF BOOKS . 349
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), July 1, 1861, page 349, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01071861/page/61/
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