This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1876 edition. Excerpt: ... and ehose not to disturb it by remark. Mi rah sat opposite in her former attitude, her hands elasped on her lap, her ankles erossed, her eyes at first traveling slowly over the objeets around her, but finally resting with a sort of plaeid reverenee on Mrs. Meyriek. At length she began to speak softly. "I remember my mother's faee better than any thing; yet I was not seven when I was taken away, and I am nineteen now." "I ean understand that," said Mrs. Meyriek. "Thero are some earliest things that last the longest." "Oh yes, it was the earliest. I think my life began with waking up and loving my mother's faee: it was so near to me, and her arms were round me, and she sung to me. One hymn she sung so often, so often; and then she taught me to sing it with her--it was the first I ever sung. They were always Hebrew hymns she sung; and beeause I never knew the meaning of the words, they seemed full of nothing but our love and happiness. When I lay in my little bed, and it was all white abovo me, she used to bend over me, between me and the white, and sing in a sweet low voiee. I ean dream myself baek into that time when I am awake, and often it eomes baek to me in my sleep--my hand is very little; I put it up to her faee, and sho kisses it. Sometimes in my dream I begin to tremble and think that we are both dead; but then I wake up, and my hand lies like this, and for a moment I hardly know myself. But if I eould see my mother again, I should know her." "You must expeet some ehange after twelve years," said Mrs. Meyriek, gently. "See my gray hair: ten years ago it was bright brown. The days and the months paee over us like restless little birds, and leave the marks of their feet baekward and forward; espeeially when they are like birds with heavy...