Beecher's Illustrated Magazine, 1871, Vol. 3

Download or read book Beecher's Illustrated Magazine, 1871, Vol. 3 written by and published by Forgotten Books. This book was released on 2017-02-27 with total page 588 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Excerpt from Beecher's Illustrated Magazine, 1871, Vol. 3: Volumes III and IV October, when the country, rich, ripe and mellow, offers myriad attrae tions, I did not need to be persuaded to spend the remainder of it in H The day after my arrival was one of those indescribable autumn days that at once arouse the mental energies and chain the physical activities. My heart was beating high with hope and ambition - strange that no dreams of love entered it; but all I then asked was a successful and enviable career. It might have been different had I any fond recollections of a mother's love and tenderness; but I had been separated from her who should have taught me the beauty and attractiveness of a womanly nature through all my early years, and later I had felt no love for one whose disposition was cold and irresponsive the most that I could ever tender her was respect and deference. Perhaps it was this that through so many years narrowed my views of womanhood. Late in the afternoon, but still long before the sun was down, my uncle called to me to come and walk with him over to Maple Grove, adding that the view from the hill was very fine. We started together, talking animatedly at first, then, yielding to the influence of the hazy atmosphere, we each glided quietly into the companionship of our thoughts; I dreaming of the future and my only mistress - my projects. Life, with its perplexities, its actualities, was rapidly receding even from my eager grasp, and when we reached the summit of the hill, and the enchanting view met my eye, I did not attempt to restrain the enthusiastic expression that rose to my lips. The words had scarcely escaped me before I became aware of a feminine presence. I could not see her face, as it was, I thought, purposely bent over a large bouquet of autumn leaves that she was evidently endeavoring to fasten together. I should have retreated at once had not my uncle, coming up just then, called out familiarly, Good afternoon, Miss Merwin; you are still watching the valley, I see. Yes; I am never tired of looking beyond those golden gates. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.