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Wedgwood's, and son to a surgeon at Knutsford, Cheshire, and intended for a physician, came here in the course of a pedestrian tour spent two days very well informed. Ask my mother when she goes to you to tell you all that Mr. Holland told us about Mr. and Mrs. Barbauld and Mrs. Marcet, who is the author of Conversations on Chemistry a charming woman, by his account. To MISS RUXTON.
He was still in Africa; he wrote at rare intervals, but there was little comfort in his letters. Lady Earle did what she could for her grandchildren, but it was a strange, unnatural life. They knew no other girls; they had never ben twenty miles from Knutsford. All girlish pleasures and enjoyments were a sealed book to them.
Kendal's mind by saying to him, 'The aunts are settled in here till they go to Knutsford. I hope you don't think there is not the least occasion for asking them to stay with us. 'Are you sure you do not wish it? said Mr. Kendal, with great kindness, but an evident weight removed. 'Most certain! she exclaimed, with full sincerity; 'I am not at all ready for them.
The white cliffs of Knutsford, like "grand giants," ran along the shore; there was a broad stretch of yellow sand, hidden when the tide was in, shining and firm when it ebbed. The top of the cliff was like a carpet of thick green grass and springing heather. Far away, in the blue distance, one could see, of a bright, sunny day, the outline of the French coast.
"Two years will soon pass away," said he. "Ah, Beatrice," he continued, "I shall leave you next Thursday; give me all the hours you can. Once away from you, all time will seem to me a long, dark night." It so happened that the farmer and his men were at work in a field quite on the other side of Knutsford.
For a moment her thoughts flew to the sea shore at Knutsford. The present faded from her; she saw Hugh Fernely's face as it looked when he offered her the beautiful lily. The very remembrance of it made her shudder as though seized with deathly cold and Lord Airlie saw it. "You are cold," he said; "how careless I am to keep you standing here!"
The first to show them all honor and respect were Lord Earle and his mother. Valentine was charmed with their homely simplicity. For months after they returned to Knutsford the old people talked of "the lady with the beautiful face, who had been so kind and gracious to them."
Ainger's letter in the Spectator of September 22nd reminds me of an almost identical friendship that existed some years ago at Grove House, Knutsford. A long-haired mastiff was kept chained as a watch-dog, and when a white fantail pigeon's mate died, it attached itself to the mastiff, and was continually with it in the kennel.
Roscoe made what seemed to me a new and just observation, that writers of secondary powers, when they are to represent either objects of nature or feelings of the human mind, always begin by a simile: they tell you what it is like, not what it is. April 9. I finish this at Mr. Holland's, at Knutsford. We spent a delightful day at Manchester, where we owed our chief pleasure to Dr.
Once, by special privilege, he was invited into the pretty room where the ladies sat in the morning a cozy, cheerful room, into which visitors never penetrated. There, upon the wall, he saw a picture framed a beautiful landscape, a quiet homestead in the midst of rich, green meadows; and Lillian told him, with a smile, that was the Elms, at Knutsford, "where mamma lived."
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