Books with title Like Unto Like: A Novel

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Originally published in 1878 after Henry Wadsworth Longfellow recommended it to Harper and Brothers, Like Unto Like marks the emergence of a feminist critique of southern society a full generation before Ellen Glasgow and Kate Chopin published their well-known works. The novel follows a romance between a free-spirited, intellectual southerner, Blythe Herndon, and a former abolitionist and Union soldier, Roger Ellis. Seeing marriage to an outsider as an escape from the strictures of southern society, Blythe soon realizes that even Roger will expect deference from his wife. She acknowledges her inability, despite a desire to be free from convention, to accept Roger's egalitarian views on race relations, his notions of free love, and his past affair with a married woman.In addition to warning female readers of the potential dangers of marriage, Bonner recognizes the importance of race in southern attitudes and breaks new ground in creating a range of African American characters. Jane Turner Censer's new introduction accords Bonner the long-delayed literary recognition she deserves.

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878 Excerpt: ...so pathetically her wild grief and isolation that no one dared speak of her dress, until at last mourning-clothes were provided for her, and now she would never wear any other; how the first time she had appeared in church after her widowhood it was to have her baby christened, and how everybody cried as she stood there, motionless as a figure in black marble, holding the milk-white babe to whom his father's name was given; how she had locked her piano, nor touched it in all these years; had never kissed any one on the lips; and had sold her diamonds to buy the fine tomb that was now the chief ornament of the buryingground. It was a tall monument, in the centre of a level plot, with an urn at the four corners of the square, today heaped and running over with flowers. Close by its broken shaft the fair-haired boy set a flag-staff, from which drooped folds torn and riddled and stained with blood. It was his father's flag, brought here this one day of the year as a sacred relic. Old Ned, the colonel's servant, stood by it all day, telling over tales of the war to one after another who came--tales that year by year gained in breadth of richness and detail, as imagination lent her smiling aid to memory. Another widow was talked over very tenderly. This was Mrs. Ross, who had sent her six sons to the war, and had seen them, one by one, brought back to her dead--even to the youngest, the slight lad who had looked like a masquerading girl in his gray soldierclothes. But nowhere in all the country round was there a brighter and cheerf uller little woman than this mother bereaved of her all. Her house was gay with flowers; she wore soft,light colors; her eyes were smiling, and her withered cheeks were fresh and pink. She talked of her boys as if they were in the next...

Excerpt from Like Unto Like: A NovelAt a little distance, higher than the level of the bridge, the town nestled, so shadowed by trees as to seem noth ing but spires and chimneys. The stream flowed out from bubbling springs among rocks; over their jag ged edges the water fell in light spray, through which rainbows shone on sunny days; along its borders were stretches of woodland reaching to low ranges of mountains that rolled away to the south in graceful sweep and outline, and were crowned now with lingering splendors of red and gold.Lounging on a bridge within sight of mountains and sound of running water is perhaps as pleasant a way as there is of getting through a drowsy afternoon in spring; and these young idlers look much at their ease as they stand there, in the free, lazy atti tudes natural to a people who live much out-of-doors and have a genius for repose. They have been talking in a desultory sort of way, not hav ing come to any subject to set their tongues going in earnest; as riders let their horses wander slowly through country lanes, before reaching a long stretch of road and striking spurs for a gallop. Their names were Betty Page, Mary Barton, and Blythe Hern don. This last young lady, it may he remarked, had been christened Emma Blythe; but the first name had been dropped, after a common Southern fash ion, and she herself, except in moments of extreme dignity, scarcely remember ed her right to a double signature.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Like Unto Like: A NovelAt a little distance, higher than the level of the bridge, the town nestled, so shadowed by trees as to seem noth ing but spires and chimneys. The stream flowed out from bubbling springs among rocks; over their jag ged edges the water fell in light spray, through which rainbows shone on sunny days; along its borders were stretches of woodland reaching to low ranges of mountains that rolled away to the south in graceful sweep and outline, and were crowned now with lingering splendors of red and gold.Lounging on a bridge within sight of mountains and sound of running water is perhaps as pleasant a way as there is of getting through a drowsy afternoon in spring; and these young idlers look much at their ease as they stand there, in the free, lazy atti tudes natural to a people who live much out-of-doors and have a genius for repose. They have been talking in a desultory sort of way, not hav ing come to any subject to set their tongues going in earnest; as riders let their horses wander slowly through country lanes, before reaching a long stretch of road and striking spurs for a gallop. Their names were Betty Page, Mary Barton, and Blythe Hern don. This last young lady, it may he remarked, had been christened Emma Blythe; but the first name had been dropped, after a common Southern fash ion, and she herself, except in moments of extreme dignity, scarcely remember ed her right to a double signature.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.