Occasionally a matrimonial epidemic appears, especially toward spring, devastating society, thinning the ranks of bachelordom, and leaving mothers lamenting for their fairest daughters.
Now the day is done,Now the shepherd sunDrives his white flocks from the sky;Now the flowers restOn their mother's breast,Hushed by her low lullaby.Now the glowworms glance,Now the fireflies dance,Und...
Now and then, in this workaday world, things do happen in the delightful storybook fashion, and what a comfort it is.
Margaret, the eldest of the four, was sixteen, and very pretty, being plump and fair, with large eyes, plenty of soft brown hair, a sweet mouth, and white hands, of which she was rather vain. Fifteen-...
Mac looked up with the oddest of all his odd expressions
Keep bobbing, and we'll come right by and by.
I’m not like the rest of you; I never made any plans about what I’d do when I grew up; I never thought of being married, as you did. I couldn’t seem to imagine myself anything but stupid little Beth,...
Into each life some rain must fall, Somedays must be dark and sad and dreary.
In the midst of her tears came the thought, When people are in danger, they ask God to save them; and, slipping down upon her knees, she said her prayer as she had never said it before, for when human...
If you dear little girls would only learn what real beauty is, and not pinch and starve and bleach yourselves out so, you'd save an immense deal of time and money and pain. A happy soul in a healthy b...
I want my daughters to be beautiful, accomplished, and good. To be admired, loved, and respected. To have a happy youth, to be well and wisely married, and to lead useful, pleasant lives, with as litt...
I think I shall write books, and get rich and famous, that would suit me, so that is my favorite dream.
I hate affected, niminy-piminy chits!
I don't see why God made any night; day is so much pleasanter…
How beautiful that is! said Laurie softly, for he was quick to see and feel beauty of any kind.
Grief is the best opener of some hearts,
For in that sad yet happy hour, she had learned not only the bitterness of remorse and despair, but the sweetness of self-denial and self-control, and led by her mother's hand, she had drawn nearer to...
Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal;
Can you talk
Burdens