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Tom seemed to shrink from her just as he had done at the time of her mother's death. He was shy and vexed, too, and kept as much out of her way as possible. Mrs. Craigie, on the contrary, could not leave her alone. In spite of her brother's words, she tried every possible argument and remonstrance in the hope of reconvincing her niece.
Craigie given you notice, too?" asked the Shepherd. "Aye, has he," Andrew answered with bitterness, "and short work he made of it. It means little to him telling a man to leave his home and go out in the world to seek new work at our time of life." "He passes for a religious man," said the Shepherd.
"He rebuked him," said Longfellow, lifting his brows and making rings round the pupils of his eyes, "by throwing his scabbard at his head." All the front windows of Craigie House look, out over the open fields across the Charles, which is now the Longfellow Memorial Garden.
In the kirkyard he let it be known that he was entirely familiar with the details of the Auld Laird's funeral, which had occurred in London the day before, though how the particulars reached him in so short a time must forever remain a mystery. It was Mr. Craigie, however, who gave out the important news which every one had felt must be coming. On the steps after service he said to Mr.
Falk, who, while Captain Craigie was thereabouts, hustled a crew of fire-eating Malays and white adventurers and bought a dozen barrels of powder and set sail with a fleet of junks to retake the ship. But that, of course, is stuff and nonsense. Where's Falk?" "Falk," said Roger with a wry smile, "decided to spend the rest of his days at the Straits." "Oh!"
His books were deeply beloved and tenderly handled." Such was Craigie House and such was the poet's life within it from the beginning to the end. "His poetry was not worked out from his brain," his daughter again writes, and who should know better than herself! "it was the blossoming of his inward life." In a brief paper upon Longfellow written by Mr.
There's Sylvia's plot, and Hester's, and mine; and we have a plant of heather, straight from Craigie Muir, in the midst of each. Our gardens are quite bare except for that tiny plant. Do, do come and see it!" Margaret laughed. Olive said, "Oh, what fun!" and the three began to walk quickly under the trees in the direction of the Vivians' gardens.
Craigie had ruined himself by his lavish hospitality, and his widow, a stately old lady, and worthy in every respect of a better fate, had been reduced to the necessity of letting rooms and parting with the greater portion of the lands which had belonged to the mansion. Mr.
If e'er ye want, or meet wi' scant, May I ne'er weet my craigie." Cruikshank's caird is a noble creature; his face and figure show him to be fully capable of doing and saying all that is above written of him. In the second part, the old tale of "The Three Hunchbacked Fiddlers" is illustrated with equal felicity.
Sometimes people were shown by the poet through Craigie House who had no knowledge of it except that it had been Washington's headquarters. Of course Longfellow was known by sight to every one in Cambridge.
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