It came to her naturally, so her family said, and perhaps for this reason she, like Tom Tulliver's clergyman tutor, "set about it with that uniformity of method and independence of circumstances which distinguish the actions of animals understood to be under the immediate teaching of Nature."
This house is dark and dull and dreer No light doth shine from far or near Its like the tomb. And those of us who live herein Are most as dead as serrafim Though not as good. My gardian angel is asleep At leest he doth no vigil keep Ah! woe is me! Then give me back my lonely farm Where none alive did wish me harm Dear home of youth!
This house is dark and dull and drear No light doth shine from far or near Nor ever could. And those of us who live herein Are most as dead as seraphim Though not as good. My guardian angel is asleep At least he doth no vigil keep But far doth roam. Then give me back my lonely farm Where none alive did wish me harm, Dear childhood home!
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Be careful how you behave. Bow your head in prayer; sing all the hymns, but not too loud and bold; ask after Mis' Strout's boy; tell everybody what awful colds we've got; if you see a good chance, take your pocket handkerchief and wipe the dust off the melodeon before the meetin' begins, and get twenty-five cents out of the sittin' room match-box in case there should be a collection." Rebecca willingly assented. Anything interested her, even a village missionary meeting, and the idea of representing the family was rather intoxicating.
