Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

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Portrait of Eliza Lee Cabot Follen Eliza Lee Cabot Follen Who Spoke Next

For this sweetness of temper I had my reward; for once my kind mistress took me up, and said as she looked at me, "I do love this tea-kettle. It discourses to me eloquent music. It tells the story of the early days of my happy married life. It reminds me of the precious hours we passed talking over so many pleasant things that we enjoyed, or that we hoped for, while there it sat on the coals singing away a sort of sweet cheerful accompaniment to our talk, as if it understood all we said. We understand each other, you dear old thing."
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Portrait of Eliza Lee Cabot Follen Eliza Lee Cabot Follen Who Spoke Next

Little did I think once that I should be condemned to the disgrace of spending my old age in a garret with crooked curling tongs, broken pitchers, old baize gowns, noseless tea-kettles, old crutches, a foot stove, and, worse than all, a spinning wheel.
My only peers here are the venerable musket and the respectable wig. Even they have seen too much hard service to be able fully to appreciate the feelings of a gentleman who has been brought up as I have.
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Portrait of Eliza Lee Cabot Follen Eliza Lee Cabot Follen Who Spoke Next

Poetry went away with the andirons, sentiment and refinement are obsolete, and here we stand, the head and foot-stones, as it seems to me, at the grave of the dear old-fashioned buried past.
"I have done. Please, friend tea-kettle, favor us with your experiences."
"My story has nothing extraordinary in it," said the tea-kettle. "Like most of my friends, I have had my ups and downs in the world.
I had the honor of being made in the mother country. I am of the very best of tin; what there is left of me is still pretty good.
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