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Memoir of Anna Deborah Richardson, with Extr. from Her Letters [Ed. by J.W. Richardson].

Memoir of Anna Deborah Richardson, with Extr. from Her Letters [Ed. by J.W. Richardson].

Richardson, Anna Deborah

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ISBN10: 115035903X
ISBN13: 9781150359033
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 266
Weight: 0.87
Height: 0.60 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
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. 1877 Excerpt: ...personal detail could scarcely be forgiven him; and he must indulge it too, if at all, under cover of the middle ages, or else how uncomfortable his lady friends would be, under the idea that he might be examining the construction of a cheek, with a view to put it into verse! I think Miss Rosetti told me he was helping her brother to paint stories, from King Arthur, in the new Museum, at Oxford. I meant you to keep the book, if you are willing. I am ashamed to have got upon a third sheet. You quoted, prune thou thy words, to me once, and you will think I do not attend to the hint; and, still, I have not said nearly all I wish, about a variety of things and people here, to be left for the present. I am reading Homer (at last') with a clergyman; and grow much excited with the splendid roll of the hexameters. How he describes himself, now and then, ws Kvijta aiyioXio fxcyaXto fipifxerai, er/uapaya 06 T WWTOS! We have a nice snug place to live in; and one of my little sisters is here attending classes, --a great comfort. My brother is doing better than I thought he would, and a pleasanter fellow to live with could not be found. We went to Newcastle, for a week, at Christmas, to the same delightful home moved under another roof. In theory, I am always glad when the Society of Friends loses money; and they are unusally happy, under such a catastrophe, in having no worldly position, whatever, to keep up. In our case, it has been quite worth while to find out a wealth of human kindness, beginning with one of my father's workmen, who came to him in the thick of the crash, when everybody's credit was at stake, to say he had laid by about 400 from his wages; and, though, he knew it would go scarcely any way, if the master...

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