Letters of Theo. Brown
Sarah Theo Brown
Paperback
(TheClassics.us, Sept. 12, 2013)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 edition. Excerpt: ...Oh that my head were not waters, nor mine eyes a fountain of tears! The tears seemed out of all proportion to the sins I felt sorry for, it seemed a waste of waters, a much greater sinner I fancied might be run with them. May 20th, 1875. To M. G. I suppose thousands of tragedies such as we saw from our breakfast table are transpiring every moment in this "fallen" planet. We saw a cat spring from the walk into the grass and immediately a beautiful golden oriole fly up, but only about a foot, before the cat picked it up, right out of the air, and with her golden booty projecting in all directions from her mouth, marched proudly off, to breakfast on it. Sarah and Alice were for starting right off, to put a stop to such doings, unmindful of the Scripture "Your Heavenly Father feedeth them," and I presume they would have been just as ready to go if they had been breakfasting on bird-pie. Have you seen Lowell's comparison of life to the clattering of a flock of sheep across a bridge and the silence which follows? "A confused clatter between two silences ending in dust." December 10th, 1875. To J. D. I have just been listening to the ticking of our old clock, and thinking of my creeping under its ticking in a little one-story house in Seekonk. I must have left that house when I was very young, for I can remember but two things in my experience there. One of them is not pleasant to remember. The outlook and inlook of the family at that time, was anything but cheering. My father had been sick with consumption (the end of which was death), so long that the little property he had, dwindled to a frightfully small sum. Those were dark days for my mother and it was at the end of a hard day's work, that I refused, when...