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ion is nothing. Besides, Jerrold found the modern taste forspectacle forming thirty years ago. In his prefaces he complains bitterlyof the preference of the public for the mechanical over the higherattractions of the art. And the satirical war he waged against actorsand managers showed that he looked back with little pleasure to the dayswhen his life was chiefly occupied with them and their affairs. It may bementioned here, that he was very shabbily treated by several people whoowed fame and
ou know. The man had a kind face and he handled Pine Tree very carefully. He sawed and smoothed Pine Tree many days, and as he worked he whistled and sang, for he was happy. Sometimes he would whistle some of the songs that Pine Tree had heard when he lived in the forest, and then sometimes those he had heard on the ocean, and again he would whistle the songs that Pine Tree had heard in the home of the children.At last the man's work was finished. Pine Tree had been made into a wonderful
familiar friendship, of some half-dozen whiskered cubs, having what is technically called the run of the house. No! it was a repository for feeling and for memory, and, in its fair pages, presented an image of Emily's heart. Many of these were marked, it is true; and what human being's character is unchequered? But it was blotless; and the virgin page looks not so white as when the contrast of the sable ink is there.Clarendon read aloud his first contribution--who knows it not? The very words
She dearly loved fat, delicious worms and felt they were absolutely necessary to the health of her children. As often as she found a worm she would call "Chuck-chuck-chuck!" to her chickies. [Illustration: ] [Illustration: ] When they were gathered about her, she would distribute choice morsels of her tid-bit. A busy little body was she! [Illustration: ] A cat usually napped lazily in the barn door, not even bothering herself to scare the rat who ran here and there as he pleased. And
ion is nothing. Besides, Jerrold found the modern taste forspectacle forming thirty years ago. In his prefaces he complains bitterlyof the preference of the public for the mechanical over the higherattractions of the art. And the satirical war he waged against actorsand managers showed that he looked back with little pleasure to the dayswhen his life was chiefly occupied with them and their affairs. It may bementioned here, that he was very shabbily treated by several people whoowed fame and
ou know. The man had a kind face and he handled Pine Tree very carefully. He sawed and smoothed Pine Tree many days, and as he worked he whistled and sang, for he was happy. Sometimes he would whistle some of the songs that Pine Tree had heard when he lived in the forest, and then sometimes those he had heard on the ocean, and again he would whistle the songs that Pine Tree had heard in the home of the children.At last the man's work was finished. Pine Tree had been made into a wonderful
familiar friendship, of some half-dozen whiskered cubs, having what is technically called the run of the house. No! it was a repository for feeling and for memory, and, in its fair pages, presented an image of Emily's heart. Many of these were marked, it is true; and what human being's character is unchequered? But it was blotless; and the virgin page looks not so white as when the contrast of the sable ink is there.Clarendon read aloud his first contribution--who knows it not? The very words
She dearly loved fat, delicious worms and felt they were absolutely necessary to the health of her children. As often as she found a worm she would call "Chuck-chuck-chuck!" to her chickies. [Illustration: ] [Illustration: ] When they were gathered about her, she would distribute choice morsels of her tid-bit. A busy little body was she! [Illustration: ] A cat usually napped lazily in the barn door, not even bothering herself to scare the rat who ran here and there as he pleased. And