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224 CAROLINE PICHLEE.
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XLL—CAROLINE FICHLER.
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¦» The suburban solitude of the Pichlers...
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¦ « By Frances Power Cobbe. It Is Either...
son ' s daughter and brings her golden head to nestle beside his silver oneand follows her with loving benediction as she moves
, about—the light of his evening , the flower of his winter . It is hard to imagine what a young life beside us must be to us in old age .
In the case of a ' mother , it must often be all in all to miss or to lose the daughter who is to be the companionthe nurse of her failing
, years , the pride and joy of her aged eyes . That there are women _, who can bear to leave a loving parent to face in solitude the daily
growing miseries and wants of helpless age alone and uncheered , while they go forth , to the ends of the earth with the man whose
love for them dates of yesterday—this has been always hard for us to understand . The happiness of such marriages must surely be o £
a very selfish and doubtful kind . Do their thoughts never travel home across the tropic oceansand see in the old familiar room the
, form which was once dearest to them in the world , on whose breast they lay in infancy , and by whose lips they were taught to pray ,
now wasting , drooping into the grave ? The childless mother sits alone by her hearth , or tended by some mercenary
companion , on whom , she leans helplessly and unwillingly . Her eyes are fadedshe cannot read muchbut she has read that last
letter from India , , which lies upon her , lap , many times , and tried to picture what the little children may be who ought to be playing
at her feet , and then smiled sadly—sadly , not bitterly- —at the allusion to the " ten years hencewhen we shall all return home" and
when she knows well she will , have long been gone to that , other home " where the weary are at rest . "
Perhaps the story of how x DOOr Valjean , in his old age , was neglected by the child of Fantine , on whom all the hoarded love of
his life had been lavished , and who , at her husband's desire , suffered him almost to drop into the grave alone and untended , pining
"but to see her , to look at her happy beauty , to crawl far enough with his weaktottering steps to see the house in which she
lived—, perhaps this story will touch some hearts yet , and make them feel that any love which can lead to such ingratitude and cruelty is an
unholy and selfish sentiment , on which no sacred rites can bring
down a blessing from on high .
224 Caroline Pichlee.
224 CAROLINE _PICHLEE .
Xll—Caroline Fichler.
XLL—CAROLINE FICHLER . Paut II .
¦» The Suburban Solitude Of The Pichlers...
¦» The suburban solitude of the Pichlers had been cheered for some time by the celebrated Baron Geramb and his wifewho had com ©
to reside close to them , and with whom they soon becam , e intimate * but on Herr P . being promoted to a hiher postthey again removed
Into the city . Friends soon gathered g round them , , and once more
Madame Greiner ' s house became the rendezvous of a brilliant circle .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Dec. 1, 1862, page 224, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01121862/page/8/
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