Diary of a Little Girl in Old New York

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H. C. Brown, 1920 - New York (N.Y.) - 156 pages
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Page 147 - Poor little Betsy Smith, she sits Day after day alone; She had a little sister once, But now she's dead and gone. "Betsy was quite a fretful child, And when she used to play With pretty little Emmeline, They quarreled every day. "One day her sister said to her, 'Don't, Betsy, be so cross ; Indeed I am not well today, And fear I shall be worse!
Page 156 - Scay, sweet enchanter of the grove, Leave not so soon thy native tree ; O, warble still, those notes of love, While my fond heart responds to thee . O, warble still, &c.
Page 149 - You only want to coax mama To make nice things for you !' "But Emmeline grew worse and worse, Till she could hardly speak, And when the doctor came he said She would not live a week ! "And then it rushed o'er Betsy's mind. How wicked she had been; Her cruel treatment of that child She never felt till then. "Over her sister's bed she hung With many a bitter sigh, And threw her arms around her neck, And begged her not to die 1 " 'Forgive me, Emmeline, or else I do not wish to live I Oh, speak, dear...
Page 149 - And then it rushed o'er Betsy's mind, How wicked she had been; Her cruel treatment of that child She never felt till then. "Over her sister's bed she hung With many a bitter sigh, And threw her arms around her neck, And begged her not to die 1 " 'Forgive me, Emmeline, or else I do not wish to live! Oh, speak, dear sister, speak once more And say you will forgive!' "This poor, weak, suffering, dying child, Just ope'd her languid eye, And raised her head and feebly said 'Dear Betsy, do not cry!
Page 147 - With any other little girl I would be glad to play; But I don't love our Frances, ma, I wish she'd go away!" (Mother) "Poor little Betsy Smith, she sits Day after day alone; She had a little sister once, But now she's dead and gone. "Betsy was quite a fretful child, And when she used to play With pretty little Emmeline, They quarreled every day.
Page 119 - When I grow up I think I shall have a beau, and his name is Sam B. and he lives across the street, for he sent me a valentine he painted himself, and it is a big red heart with an arrow stuck through it, and one of my school friends says that means he is very fond of me, but I don't see much sense in the arrow.
Page 47 - Theatre, and it is corner of Broadway and Prince Street. My biggest own brother goes there with some of his friends to see the plays, and he said he would take me to see the Ravels. But when my father found out about it he would not let me go. He said he did not think it was right for Christians to go to the theatre.
Page 138 - My father's brother Jonathan went to Yale College, and his home was on Shelter Island, and he wrote a letter to his father from New Haven to ask how he would get home, and it was in 1774, and my father said I could copy it in my Diary; so this is a part of it: New Haven, March 29th, 1774.. Honored Sir: I take this opportunity by Mr. Hathoway to write you a few lines. As the spring vacancy draws nigh, I begin to think of coming home, and I believe I shall want to bring home a pretty large bundle,...
Page 156 - While my fond heart respond to thee. O Warble still thy notes of love While my fond heart responds to thee. Rest thy soft Bosom on the spray Till chilly autumn frowns severe. Then charm me with thy parting lay And I will answer with a tear. Then charm me with thy parting lay And I will answer with a tear. But soon as Spring enriched with flowers Comes dancing o'er the new decked plains, Return, and cheer thy natal bowers My Robin with those notes again. Return, and cheer thy natal bowers My Robin...
Page 137 - One of the finest of his ecclesiastical commissions is the Church of the Ascension, on the corner of Fifth Avenue and Tenth Street, New York, whose cornerstone was laid the year after the sketches for the Jones cottage at Newport.

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