Chronicles of a pioneer school from 1792 to 1833 : $b being the history of Miss Sarah Pierce and her Litchfield school
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Chronicles of a pioneer school from 1792 to 1833 : $b being the history of Miss Sarah Pierce and her Litchfield school
Litchfield Female Academy (Conn.) -- History
The Summer Term of this Institution commences on the 13^{th} of May
next. Tuition—ten or twelve dollars for the term, according to the
studies pursued.
For a single quarter, six dollars.
Litchfield April 23 45
Advertisement from the Litchfield Enquirer Thursday April 30, 1829
[_Notice of Beginning of Term in Litchfield Enquirer, Nov. 5, 1829._]
“LITCHFIELD FEMALE ACADEMY.”
“_The Winter Term_ of this Institution will commence on _Wednesday
Nov. 25^{th}_. Tuition in the higher branches, ten dollars for the
term; in the lower, eight dollars, seventy-five cents. For a single
quarter, six dollars.”
“October 27.”
SCHOOL BILL.
Miss Grant
Tuition, winter term,—— $8.75
School expenses .42
——
$9.17
Rec’d payment
JOHN P. BRACE
Litchfield, April 20^{th}, 1829
AN INDIAN BALLAD.
By Mr. John P. Brace.
There is a lone and quiet lake,
Near Bantam’s peaceful stream
Upon whose waters brightly bask,
The sun’s first morning beam—
Gay is the green upon its hills,
And gay its sparkling waves;
And gaily in their glassy tide
The moon her image laves—
Alone amid its green it lies,
Its waves as brightly blue
As woman’s eyes in mildest hours;
Like that as quiet too—
Once were its hills a forest huge,
Its swamps a tangled scene,
But cultivation’s hand has lower’d
Its oak clad hills so green.
Where once the chestnut sought the breeze,
Where solemn waved the pine,
The tall corn smiles in brighter green
The russet hay-cocks shine—
Slow changed the peaceful wave from once
When not a hand had dar’d
To clear the tangled forest glades
And not a field was bar’d—
Sometimes its mirror would reflect
The red man’s bark canoe.
Sometimes amid its tangled shade
The deer looked wildly through.
’Twas long before that fated hour
When first the white man came,
Nootonuc, on its oak clad hills—
Pursued his wonted game.
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