Letters from the Mountains: Being the Real Correspondence of a Lady, Between the Years 1773 and 1803, Volume 3

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1806 - Highlands (Scotland)

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Page 180 - I was too much a veteran in affliction, and too sensible of the arduous task devolved upon me, to sit down in unavailing sorrow, overwhelmed by an event which ought to call forth double exertion. None, indeed, was ever at greater pains to console another than I was to muster up every motive for action, every argument for patient suffering. No one could say to me, 'the loss is common — common be the pain ;' few, very few indeed, had so much happiness to lose.
Page 220 - Saint, and the majeftic Lord, That broke the bonds of Rome. (Their tears, their little triumphs o'er, Their human...
Page 108 - Monday, being the day that all dwellers in glens come down for their supplies. Item, at four o'clock Donald arrives with a horse loaded with butter, cheese, and milk. The former I must weigh instantly. He only asks an additional blanket for the children, a covering for himself, two milk tubs...
Page 180 - With a kind of mild disdain, and philosophick tranquillity, he kept aloof from a world, for which the delicacy of his feelings, the purity of his integrity, and the intuitive discernment with which he saw into character, in a manner disqualified him, that is, from enjoying it ; for who can enjoy the world without deceiving or being deceived ? But recollections crowd on me, and I wander.
Page 287 - Needle-work, good old court needle-work, is the thing. —It exercifes fancy, fixes attention, and by perfeverance and excellence in it, habituates the mind to patient application, and to thofe peaceful and ftill-life pleafures, which form the chief enjoyment of every truly amiable woman...
Page 179 - I bore it wonderfully, considering how very much I had to lose. Still, at times, the Divine goodness supports me in a manner I scarcely dared to hope. Happily for me, anxiety for a numerous orphan family, and the wounding smiles of an infant, too dear to be neglected, and too young to know what he has lost, divide my sorrows, and do not suiter my mind to be wholly engrossed by this dreadful privation, this chasm, that I shudder to look into.
Page 178 - In this ftate fympathy is mod avail, ing, and in this hopelefs and difpirited ftate your letter found me. Why then apologize for what excites my warmeft gratitude ? Your dear worthy mother and you I have long known and efteemed, through the medium of your humble friend. This proof of your goodnefs' to fo grsat a ftrangcr, convinces me that you are all I have been taught to imagine you.
Page 26 - No fedge-crown'd fifters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's fide, Whofe cold turf hides the buried friend ! IX. And fee, the fairy valleys fade, Dun night has veil'd the folemn view : Yet once again, dear parted fliade, Meek nature's child, again adieu ! X.
Page 54 - But some, great souls ! and touch'd with warmth divine, Give gold a price, and teach its beams to shine. All hoarded treasures they repute a load ; Nor think their wealth their own, till well bestow'd.
Page 181 - I say, to be all the world to this superiour mind ; to constitute his happiness for twenty years, now vanished like a vision ; to have lived with unabated affection together even thus long, when a constitution, delicate as his mind, made it unlikely that even thus long we should support each other through the paths of life ! What are difficulties, when shared with one whose delighted approbation gives one spirits to surmount them ? Then, to hear from every mouth his modest, unobtrusive merit receive...

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