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Only suddenly he looked up, and said quietly, 'Very well. Good-bye for a little, Dorkie, and he leaned over her and kissed her cheek, and then passed into the hall, where he took his hat and cane. Larcom presented him with a note, in a sealed envelope. As he took it from the salver he recognised Larkin's very clear and large hand. I suspect that grave Mr.
Edith M. Thomas, in her poems, shows high culture, originality, and imagination. Those of Lucy Larcom belong to every-day life, and are truthful and pathetic. Mary Mapes Dodge is a charming writer of tales and poems for children, and of other poems, Celia Thaxter dwells on the picturesque features of nature on sea and land.
This is the lovely moral which hides within the roses of June, and makes more than half their sweetness." Lucy Larcom. And Mrs. Hayden? The old expressions of joy seemed utterly inadequate to describe her feelings.
Her poem is very, very sad, as all who have read it will remember; but Miss Larcom herself was above everything cheerful, and she had a laugh of mellow richness which willingly made itself heard. She was not only of true New England stock, and a Boston author by right of race, but she came up to that city every winter from her native town.
Larkin, getting his hat on, sternly, and thinking how likely he was to throw himself into the mill race, and impossible it was that Mark, whom he and Larcom had both seen alive and well last night the latter, indeed, this morning could possibly be the man.
"Youth is a wonderful thing, really it is." Possibly his companion understood his thought, or had been thinking along the same line herself. At all events she agreed. "Yes, it is," she said. "It is so. And most of us don't realize how wonderful until it's gone." From the shadows by the gate Lucy Larcom sprang aloft to knock another beetle galley-west.
'Hallo! Larcom, shouted Lake. 'I tell you she's dreaming the same dream that I dreamt in the middle of the night. 'Hallo! Larcom. 'Mark's on leave to-night, in uniform; his face is flattened against the window. This is his lady, you know. 'Hallo! D you are you there? shouted the captain, very angry.
Larcom, the grave butler of Brandon, wearing outside his portly person a black garment then known as a 'zephyr, a white choker, and black trousers, and well polished, but rather splay shoes, and, on the whole, his fat and serious aspect considered, being capable of being mistaken for a church dignitary, or at least for an eminent undertaker, entered the room with a solemn and gentlemanlike reverence.
And again: "I have just read Longfellow's introduction to his 'Tales of the Inn' a splendid piece of painting! Neither Boccaccio nor Chaucer has done better. Who wrote 'A Loyal Woman's No? Was it Lucy Larcom? I thought it might be." In 1866 he says: "I am glad to see 'Hosea Biglow' in book form. It is a grand book the best of its kind for the last half-century or more.
Aldrich, who was by taste and training one of the best editors; and 'Our Young Folks' had the field of juvenile periodical literature to itself. It was under the direction of Miss Lucy Larcom and of Mr. J. T. Trowbridge, who had come from western New York, where he was born, and must be noted as one of the first returners from the setting to the rising sun.
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