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Alderbrook: a collection of Fanny Forester's village sketches, poems, etc
Alderbrook: a collection of Fanny Forester's village sketches, poems, etc
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GRANDFATHER BRAY. Dear ladythou that reclinest so gracefully upon yon sofa, I meanlady, for a moment close thine eyes upon that handsome volume, though its dress of gilded morocco was certainly invented on purpose to be pressed by thy dainty fingers, and the printed words may make thy heart palpitate almost as much as did the whispered ones of the giver. Nay, turn them not upon the brilliant chandeliers, nor the voluminous folds of crimson that shut in the rich, warm light, fleck ing the heavy drapery with changing gold and purple; nor let them fall upon the soft, yielding carpet, almost yielding enough to bury up thy tiny, slippered foot. No, no ; shut out for a moment all these things; I would turn thine eyes to a homelier quarter. Dost see that comfortable old farm-house, lady that with the generous court-yard, broad kitchen garden and ample out houses ? How trig and nice everything is about it, although the season of verdure is quite passed! Look at the ricks of hay, raising their conical heads down in the meadow, and the neat stone wall that surrounds the orchard speak they not of thrift ? Ay, that they do; but they speak of a thing that is passed, so far as the owners of the farm-house are concerned. Yet we will not dwell upon that now. That lofty well-sweep, resting its tip against the lower horn of the moon, is certainly one of the most aspiring of its kind; but it has labored faithfully in the cause of temperance for many a long year. This is one of the finest wells in all the country round. Wouldst test it ? Close within the curb rests the gray old bucket, and it is a right merry feat to fill it o the brim with the clear, sparkling fluid that mossy brim, that when the October sun shone was as soft as thine own lip, lady. It is a cold, frosty night, so let u...
This is an OCR edition with typos.
Excerpt from book:
GRANDFATHER BRAY. Dear ladythou that reclinest so gracefully upon yon sofa, I meanlady, for a moment close thine eyes upon that handsome volume, though its dress of gilded morocco was certainly invented on purpose to be pressed by thy dainty fingers, and the printed words may make thy heart palpitate almost as much as did the whispered ones of the giver. Nay, turn them not upon the brilliant chandeliers, nor the voluminous folds of crimson that shut in the rich, warm light, fleck ing the heavy drapery with changing gold and purple; nor let them fall upon the soft, yielding carpet, almost yielding enough to bury up thy tiny, slippered foot. No, no ; shut out for a moment all these things; I would turn thine eyes to a homelier quarter. Dost see that comfortable old farm-house, lady that with the generous court-yard, broad kitchen garden and ample out houses ? How trig and nice everything is about it, although the season of verdure is quite passed! Look at the ricks of hay, raising their conical heads down in the meadow, and the neat stone wall that surrounds the orchard speak they not of thrift ? Ay, that they do; but they speak of a thing that is passed, so far as the owners of the farm-house are concerned. Yet we will not dwell upon that now. That lofty well-sweep, resting its tip against the lower horn of the moon, is certainly one of the most aspiring of its kind; but it has labored faithfully in the cause of temperance for many a long year. This is one of the finest wells in all the country round. Wouldst test it ? Close within the curb rests the gray old bucket, and it is a right merry feat to fill it o the brim with the clear, sparkling fluid that mossy brim, that when the October sun shone was as soft as thine own lip, lady. It is a cold, frosty night, so let u...