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Browsing named entities in a specific section of Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall). Search the whole document.
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Wayland (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 80
To David Lee Child. Wayland, June 20, 1858.
I was thankful to receive your kind letter.
You say you lope we had some drops of rain here.
Such a storm as we had I have seldom witnessed.
The day after you went away, there came one of those dreadful hurricanes of wind, smashing my flowers and tearing everything, right and left.
I was in hopes it would go down with the sun, but it did not. Whenever I woke in the night I heard everything rocking and reeling.
In the morning I went to look after the poor little sparrow in the rose-bush, whom I had seen the day before, shutting her eyes hard and sticking tight to her nest, which was tossed about like a ship in a heavy gale.
I wanted much to help her, but could not. Next morning I found the nest nearly wrenched from the bush and two of the eggs on the ground.
They were still warm, so I replaced them, righted the nest and fastened it to the twigs with strings.
To my great surprise she returned to her patient labor of incubation. .
Maria Child (search for this): chapter 80
John Greenleaf Whittier (search for this): chapter 80
David Lee Child (search for this): chapter 80
To David Lee Child. Wayland, June 20, 1858.
I was thankful to receive your kind letter.
You say you lope we had some drops of rain here.
Such a storm as we had I have seldom witnessed.
The day after you went away, there came one of those dreadful hurricanes of wind, smashing my flowers and tearing everything, right and left.
I was in hopes it would go down with the sun, but it did not. Whenever I woke in the night I heard everything rocking and reeling.
In the morning I went to look after the poor little sparrow in the rose-bush, whom I had seen the day before, shutting her eyes hard and sticking tight to her nest, which was tossed about like a ship in a heavy gale.
I wanted much to help her, but could not. Next morning I found the nest nearly wrenched from the bush and two of the eggs on the ground.
They were still warm, so I replaced them, righted the nest and fastened it to the twigs with strings.
To my great surprise she returned to her patient labor of incubation. .
Ellis Gray Loring (search for this): chapter 80
June 20th, 1858 AD (search for this): chapter 80
To David Lee Child. Wayland, June 20, 1858.
I was thankful to receive your kind letter.
You say you lope we had some drops of rain here.
Such a storm as we had I have seldom witnessed.
The day after you went away, there came one of those dreadful hurricanes of wind, smashing my flowers and tearing everything, right and left.
I was in hopes it would go down with the sun, but it did not. Whenever I woke in the night I heard everything rocking and reeling.
In the morning I went to look after the poor little sparrow in the rose-bush, whom I had seen the day before, shutting her eyes hard and sticking tight to her nest, which was tossed about like a ship in a heavy gale.
I wanted much to help her, but could not. Next morning I found the nest nearly wrenched from the bush and two of the eggs on the ground.
They were still warm, so I replaced them, righted the nest and fastened it to the twigs with strings.
To my great surprise she returned to her patient labor of incubation. .