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Page 3 - This tale, as the title-page implies, is founded on fact. Its truth is its chief merit, and the Author claims no other share in it, than that of telling it to the best of her power. ... I do not mean to aver that every word is a positive and literal truth, that every incident occurred exactly as I have related it, and in no other fashion, but this I mean to say: that I have invented nothing in the character of Rachel Gray, and that the sorrows of Richard Jones are not imaginary sorrows. ... I wished...
Page 5 - I wished to show the intellectual, the educated, the fortunate, the minds which they are apt to slight as narrow, that lives which they pity as moving in the straight and gloomy paths of mediocrity, are often blessed and graced beyond the usual lot, with those lovely aspirations towards better deeds and immortal things, without which life is indeed a thing of little worth; cold and dull as a sunless day.
Page 11 - She sewed on, serious and still, and the calm gravity of her aspect harmonized with the silence of the little parlour which nothing disturbed, save the ticking of an old clock behind the door, the occasional rustling of Mrs. Gray's newspaper, and the continuous and monotonous sound of stitching.
Page 61 - She looked with the artistic pleasure we feel, when we gaze at some clearly-painted Dutch picture, with its back-ground of soft gloom, and its homely details of domestic life, relieved by touches of brilliant light. Poor as this cellar was, a painter would have liked it well...
Page 12 - ... crocuses attracted her attention. She looked at them meditatively, and watched them closing, with the decline of day. And, at length, as if she had not understood, until then, what was going on before her, ehe smiled and admiringly exclaimed : " Now do look at the creatures, mother !
Page 94 - I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His State Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
Page 11 - A few discoloured prints in black frames hung against the walls ; two or three broken china ornaments adorned the wooden mantelshelf, which was, moreover, decorated with a little dark-looking mirror in a rim of tarnished gold.
Page 70 - I saw them — they passed by here. How thin they were — how careworn they looked !