Stories of Childhood by Various
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biding me get up."
She begins thus loftily,-- "Death the righteous love to see, But from it doth the wicked flee." Then suddenly breaks off as if with laughter,-- "I am sure they fly as fast as their legs can carry them!" "There is a thing I love to see,-- That is, our monkey catch a flee!" "I love in Isa's bed to lie,-- Oh, such a joy and luxury! The bottom of the bed I sleep, And with great care within I creep; Oft I embrace her feet of lillys, But she has goton all the pillys. Her neck I never can embrace, But I do hug her feet in place." How childish and yet how strong and free is her use of words!--"I lay at the foot of the bed because Isabella said I disturbed her by continial fighting and kicking, but I was very dull, and continially at work reading the Arabian Nights, which I could not have done if I had slept at the top. I am reading the Mysteries of Udolpho. I am much interested in the fate of poor, poor Emily." |
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