Harriet Beecher Stowe

Harriet Beecher Stowe

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Portrait of Harriet Beecher Stowe Harriet Beecher Stowe The First Christmas of New England (1876)

They are flesh and blood, and she looks as if she had been made out of sunshine. 'Tis a sweet babe as ever was; but fitter for the kingdom of heaven than our rough life deary me! a hard time we have had of it. I suppose it's all best, but I don't know."
" Oh, never talk that way, Margery," said Rose Standish; "we must all keep up heart, our own and one another's."
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Portrait of Harriet Beecher Stowe Harriet Beecher Stowe The First Christmas of New England (1876)

Such are the woody shores of Cape Cod as we look back upon them in that distant November day, and the harbor lies like a great crystal gem on the bosom of a virgin wilderness. The "fir trees, the pine trees, and the bay," rejoice together in freedom, for as yet the axe has spared them; in the noble bay no ship- ping has found shelter ; no voice or sound of civilized man has broken the sweet calm of the forest.
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Portrait of Harriet Beecher Stowe Harriet Beecher Stowe The First Christmas of New England (1876)

There had been stormy and windy weather, but now dawned on the earth one of those still, golden times of November, full of dreamy rest and tender calm. The skies above were blue and fair, and the waters of the curving bay were a downward sky a magical under-world, wherein the crimson oaks, and the dusk plumage of the pine, and the red holly-berries, and yellow sassafras leaves, all flickered and glinted in wavering bands of color as soft winds swayed the glassy floor of waters.
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