Augustus John Cuthbert Hare

Augustus John Cuthbert Hare

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Portrait of Augustus John Cuthbert Hare Augustus John Cuthbert Hare The Story of My Life — Chapter II: Childhood (1890s)

But the most charming expedition of all from Stoke was when, once every year, I was sent to pay a visit to the Goldstone Farm, where the mother of my dear nurse Mary Lea lived. It was an old-fashioned farmhouse of the better class, black and white, with a large house-place and a cool parlour beyond it, with old pictures and furniture. In front, on the green, under an old cherry-tree, stood a grotto of shells, and beyond the green an open common on the hillside covered with heath and gorse, and where cranberries were abundant in their season.
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Portrait of Augustus John Cuthbert Hare Augustus John Cuthbert Hare The Story of My Life — Chapter II: Childhood (1890s)

Stoke Rectory, Nov. 26.—Baby asks ‘Who made the dirt? Jesus Christ?’ It is evident that he has not the slightest notion of any difference between the nature of God and any man, or between Heaven and London or any name of a place. Perhaps in this simplicity and literality of belief he comes nearer the truth than we in the sophistications and subtleties of our reasonings on such things: but the great difficulty is to impress awe and reverence for a holy and powerful Being, and to give the dread and serious sense of being under His eye, without a slavish fear and distance.
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Portrait of Augustus John Cuthbert Hare Augustus John Cuthbert Hare The Story of My Life — Chapter II: Childhood (1890s)

After my Aunt Kitty gave me my first taste for antiquities when showing me, at Stoke, the picture of Old Time in the frontispiece of Grose’s “Antiquities,” these journeys had a fresh interest, and greatly did I delight in the glimpse of Brambletye House, as we passed through Ashdown Forest, and the little tower of Stafford Castle at the top of its wooded hill. Once also we slept at Peterborough and saw its cathedral, and on the way to Norwich it was always an ecstasy to see and draw Thetford Abbey.
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