Books with title Meadow Brook

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There, on a mossy bank, beneath a wide-spreading grape-vine, with the running brook at my feet, I felt the first longings for famethough I did not thus designate it then. I only knew that $wanted a name which should live when I was gone a name of which rny mother should be proud. It had been to me rday of peculiar trial. At school everything had gone wroii Accidentally I had discovered that I possessed a talent i c. rhfming; and so, because I preferred filling my slate with verses, instead of proving on it. th.at four times twenty were eighty, and that eighty, divided: by; twenty, equaled four, my teacher must needsfmf Lfault.with me, calling me lazy, and compellingiertovsii .between A twp -hateful boys, with warty hands, who for the remainder of the afternoon amused themselves by sitting inconveniently near to me, and by telling me how big my eyes and feet were. I hardly think I should now mind that mode of punishment, provided I could choose the boys, but I did then; and in the worst of humors, I started for home, where other annoyances awaited me. Sally, the house-maid, scolded me for upsetting a pan of milk on her clean pantry-shelf, calling me the carelessest young one she ever saw, and predicting that Id one day come to the gallus if I didnt mend my ways. Juliet, my oldest sister, scolded me for wearing, without her consent, her shell side-comb, which, in climbing through a hole in the plastering of the school-house, I accidentally roke. Grandmother scolded me for mounting to the top of her high chest of drawers to see what was in them; and to crown all, when, toward sunset, I came in from a romp in the barn, with my yellow hair flying all over my face, my dress burst open, my pantalet split from the top downward, and my sun-bonnet hanging down my back, my mother reproved me severely, telling me I was a sight to behold. This was my usual style of dress(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)

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Excerpt from Meadow BrookWith an involuntary shudder, I crossed my hands upon my bosom, stretched my feet upon the mossy bank, and closed my eyes to the fading sunlight, which I was never to see again. I knew they would lay me in the parlor, and on my forehead I felt the gentle breeze as it came through the Open window, lifting the folds of the muslin curtain which shaded it. Throughout the house was a deep hush, and in my mother's voice there was a heart broken tone, which I had never heard before, and which thrilled me with joy, for it said that I was loved at last. Then I thought how lonely they would be as day by day went and came, and I came no more among them. They will miss the little ugly face, I said, and on my cheek my own hot tears fell as I thought how Lizzie would mourn for me in the dark night time, weeping that I was not by her side, but sleeping in a narrow coffin, which I hoped would be a handsome one with satin hangings, as I had seen at the funeral of a rich neighbor's fair young bride. I did not want them to strew my pillow with roses as they did hers - for I knew they would not accord with my thin, plain face. In the distance I heard the sound of the toll ing bell, and I saw the subdued expression on the faces of my school companions as they listened breathlessly, count ing at last the nine quick strokes, which would tell to a stranger that 'twas only a child who was gone.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.

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