Letters of Lydia Maria Child, with a biographical introduction by John G. Whittier and an appendix by Wendell Phillips.

LETTERS. 11.
over three or four rheumatic trees, and one foot ankle
deep in water, as if she were going to see which she
liked best, hanging or drowning.
Thes'e, with an old-fashioned table and desk, form a
schedule of the furniture. The old lady is just like
your good mother,' just such honest shoulders, just
such motions, a face very much like hers, and precisely
the same kind motherly ways. I am sure you would
be struck with the resemblance. I like the whole
family extremely. They are among the best specimens of New England farmers, as- simple and as
kind as little children. The food is excellent..
In the stillness of the evening we can hear the sea
dashing on the beach, "'rolling its eternal bass"
amid the harmony of nature. I went down to a
little cove between two lines of rocks this nmorning,
and having taken off my stockings, I let the saucy
waves come dashing and sparkling into my lap. I
was a little sad, because it made me think of the
beautiful time we hcad, when we washed our feet
together in thle mountain waterfall. How I do wish
you were here It is nonsense for me to go a' pleasuring " without you. It does me no good, and every
pleasant sight makes my heart yearn for you to be
with me. I am very homesick for you; and my
private opinion is, that I shall not be able to stand it
a whole week. As for the place itself, it is exactly
what I wanted to find. Oh, how I do wish we had a
snug little cottage here, and just income enough to
meet very moderate wants. I have walked about a.
mile to-day, and got well mudded by plunging into a
meadow after that brightest of all bright blossoms,
the cardinal flower. MIy dear husband, I cannot stay
away a week.