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The Old Homestead

The Old Homestead

Stephens, Ann S.

Paperback

Classic Fiction

ISBN10: 1717343449
ISBN13: 9781717343444
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Jun 28 2018
Pages: 390
Weight: 1.15
Height: 0.80 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
She kneels beside the pauper bed, As seraphs bow while they adore! Advance with still and reverent tread, For angels have gone in before! I wonder, oh, I wonder if he will come? The voice which uttered these words was so anxious, so pathetic with deep feeling, that you would have loved the poor child, whose heart gave them forth, plain and miserable as she was. Yet a more helpless creature, or a more desolate home could not well be imagined. She was very small, even for her age. Her little sharp features had no freshness in them; her lips were thin; her eyes not only heavy, but full of dull anguish, which gave you an idea of settled pain, both of soul and body, for no mere physical suffering ever gave that depth of expression to the eyes of a child. But all was of a piece, the garret, and the child that inhabited it. The attic, which was more especially her home, was crowded under the low roof of a tenant house, which sloped down so far in front, that even the child could not stand upright under it, except where it was perforated with a small attic window, which overlooked the chimneys and gables of other tenement buildings, hived full of poverty, and swarming with the dregs of city life.

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