Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott

Summary

Portrait of Louisa May Alcott Louisa May Alcott On Picket Duty, and Other Tales… (1864)

Years passed, and Walter's pen had won for him an honored name. Poverty and care were no longer his companions; many homes were open to him, many hearts would gladly welcome him, but he still lingered in the gloomy house, a serious, solitary man, for his heart lay beneath the daisies of a child's grave.
But his life was rich in noble aims and charitable deeds, and with his strong nature softened by the sharp discipline of sorrow, and sweetened by the presence of a generous love, he was content to dwell alone with the memory of little Jamie, in the shadow of "the cross upon the tower."
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Portrait of Louisa May Alcott Louisa May Alcott On Picket Duty, and Other Tales… (1864)

I watch the sun climb up along the roofs in the morning, creeping higher and higher till it shines upon the cross and turns it into gold. Then through the day I watch the sunshine fade away till all the red goes from the sky, and for a little while I cannot see it through the dark. But the moon comes, and I love it better then; for lying awake through the long nights, I see the cross so high and bright with stars all shining round it, and I feel still and happy in my heart as when Bess sings to me in the twilight."
"But when there is no moon, or clouds hide it from you, what then, Jamie?"
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Portrait of Louisa May Alcott Louisa May Alcott On Picket Duty, and Other Tales… (1864)

The beautiful example of the child rebuked the passion of he man, and through the magic of affection strengthened generous impulses and banished selfish hopes.
"I promised to be kind to Bess, and with God's help I will keep my vow. Teach me to bear my pain, to look for help where you found it, little Jamie;" and as he spoke, the young man gazed up at the shining cross, striving to see in it not merely an object of the dead boy's love, but a symbol of consolation, hope, and faith.
"It is a noble thing to see an honest man cleave his own heart in twain to fling away the baser part of it."
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