Richard Vandermarck

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Author: Miriam Coles Harris ISBN: 9781465529169
Publisher: Library of Alexandria Publication: March 8, 2015
Imprint: Language: English
Author: Miriam Coles Harris
ISBN: 9781465529169
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
Publication: March 8, 2015
Imprint:
Language: English
VARICK STREET. O for one spot of living green, One little spot where leaves can grow,-- To love unblamed, to walk unseen, To dream above, to sleep below!Holmes. There are in this loud stunning tide, Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of th' everlasting chime; And to wise hearts this certain hope is given; "No mist that man may raise, shall hide the eye of Heaven."Keble. I never knew exactly how the invitation came; I felt very much honored by it, though I think now, very likely the honor was felt to be upon the Other side. I was exceedingly young, and exceedingly ignorant, not seventeen, and an orphan, living in the house of an uncle, an unmarried man of nearly seventy, wholly absorbed in business, and not much more interested in me than in his clerks and servants. I had come under his protection, a little girl of two years old, and had been in his house ever since. I had had as good care as a very ordinary class of servants could give me, and was supplied with some one to teach me, and had as much money to spend as was good for me--perhaps more; and I do not feel inclined to say my uncle did not do his duty, for I do not think he knew of anything Further to do; and strictly speaking, I had no claim on him, for I was only a great-niece, and there were those living who were more nearly related to me, and who were abundantly able to provide for me, if they had been willing to do it. When I came in to the household, its wants were attended to by a cook and a man-servant, who had lived many years with my uncle. A third person was employed as my nurse, and a great deal of quarrelling was the result of her coming. I quite wonder my uncle did not put me away at board somewhere, rather than be disturbed. But in truth, I do not believe that the quarrelling disturbed him much, or that he paid much attention to the matter, and so the matter settled itself. My nurses were changed very often, by will of the cook and old Peter, and I never was happy enough to have one who had very high principle, or was more than ordinarily good-tempered
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VARICK STREET. O for one spot of living green, One little spot where leaves can grow,-- To love unblamed, to walk unseen, To dream above, to sleep below!Holmes. There are in this loud stunning tide, Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of th' everlasting chime; And to wise hearts this certain hope is given; "No mist that man may raise, shall hide the eye of Heaven."Keble. I never knew exactly how the invitation came; I felt very much honored by it, though I think now, very likely the honor was felt to be upon the Other side. I was exceedingly young, and exceedingly ignorant, not seventeen, and an orphan, living in the house of an uncle, an unmarried man of nearly seventy, wholly absorbed in business, and not much more interested in me than in his clerks and servants. I had come under his protection, a little girl of two years old, and had been in his house ever since. I had had as good care as a very ordinary class of servants could give me, and was supplied with some one to teach me, and had as much money to spend as was good for me--perhaps more; and I do not feel inclined to say my uncle did not do his duty, for I do not think he knew of anything Further to do; and strictly speaking, I had no claim on him, for I was only a great-niece, and there were those living who were more nearly related to me, and who were abundantly able to provide for me, if they had been willing to do it. When I came in to the household, its wants were attended to by a cook and a man-servant, who had lived many years with my uncle. A third person was employed as my nurse, and a great deal of quarrelling was the result of her coming. I quite wonder my uncle did not put me away at board somewhere, rather than be disturbed. But in truth, I do not believe that the quarrelling disturbed him much, or that he paid much attention to the matter, and so the matter settled itself. My nurses were changed very often, by will of the cook and old Peter, and I never was happy enough to have one who had very high principle, or was more than ordinarily good-tempered

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