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Updated: June 25, 2025
"Sister," whispered Mamsell Fredrika, "can you not forbid them to make me, poor, sinful being, proud?" "But, sisters, sisters," continued the voice, "she has turned against our race with all her great power. At her cry for freedom and work for all, the old, despised livers on charity have died out. She has broken down the tyranny that fenced in childhood.
It was a Jericho rose, brought back by Mamsell Fredrika from the far East. Now in the Christmas night it began to blossom quite of itself. The dry twigs were covered with red buds, which shone like sparks of fire and lighted the whole room. By the light of the sparks one saw that a small and slender but quite elderly lady sat in the big arm-chair and held her court.
"Well, good-night then, and beware of the knight of the church road," said her dead sister, and smiled roguishly in her old way. Then Mamsell Fredrika drove home. All Årsta still slept, and she went quietly to her room, lay down and slept again. A few hours later she drove to the real early mass.
This year among new scenes and surroundings seems to have brought home to Fredrika, upon the resumption of her old life in the country, its narrowness and its isolation. She was entirely shut off from all desired activity; her illusions vanished one by one.
Fredrika, no doubt, thought that my life was in her hands, and nothing could exceed the energy with which she undertook its preservation. Punctually to the minute appeared the prescribed application, and, if she perceived or suspected any dereliction on my part, it was sure to be reported to the doctor at his next visit.
On this journey, and at this last-mentioned place, commenced a very interesting acquaintance, and one which has not been without its influence on me, an acquaintance with the Swedish authoress, Fredrika Bremer.
Mamsell Fredrika was not afraid; she rejoiced only at seeing her loved one, at whose side she longed to sleep the everlasting sleep. She rose and dressed herself with all speed. There was no time for conversation; the carriage stood before the door. The others must have gone already, for no one but Mamsell Fredrika and her dead sister were moving in the house.
Fredrika Bremer heard of secret schools for slaves during her visit to Charleston, but she had extreme difficulty in finding such an institution. When she finally located one and gained admission into its quiet chamber, she noticed in a wretched dark hole a "half-dozen poor children, some of whom had an aspect that testified great stupidity and mere animal life."
The home sketches of Fredrika Bremer give a more thorough insight of Swedish life and manners than perhaps those of any other writer. Of late years, however, Miss Bremer does not appear to have maintained her early popularity.
Did not he love books, and why then should he quarrel with Marjorie? It was not for loving books, but for loving books better than anything! Had Mrs. Browning loved books better than anything, or Mary Somerville, or Fredrika Bremer? yes, Fredrika Bremer had refused to be married, but there was Marjorie's favorite "Tell me all about Linnet," said Marjorie, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
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