Holidays at the Grange; or, A Week's Delight: Games and Stories for Parlor and FiresideHiggins, Emily Mayer
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Holidays at the Grange; or, A Week's Delight: Games and Stories for Parlor and Fireside
Higgins, Emily Mayer
Amusements -- Juvenile literature; Children's stories; Indoor games -- Juvenile literature
After Malcom's death, his widow and infant child came to live with old
Mr. Roscoe at Linlithgow. Happily for the young mourner, the household
cares of the manse now devolved upon her, in addition to the charge of
Margaret; and these occupations, no doubt, aided greatly in restoring
the serenity of her spirit. She had little time to brood over her
sorrows--those small solicitudes and minute attentions to the feelings
and comfort of others, which fill up so large a portion of a true
woman's time, were with her a double blessing, cheering both the giver
and receiver. She realized that it is woman's honor and happiness to be,
in an especial manner, a ministering spirit; and thus she learned to
resemble the bright hosts above, whom she hoped one day to join, and
grow in the likeness of Him who declared, "The Son of man came not into
the world to be ministered unto, but to minister." No wonder is it that
the gentle young widow, whose face ever beamed with kindness, whose hand
was ever outstretched to aid the unfortunate, was looked up to with a
love and veneration only inferior to that with which Mr. Roscoe himself
was regarded.
In such an atmosphere of affection, and under the best influences of
unaffected piety and refinement, little Margaret expanded in beauty and
goodness, like a sweet flower planted in a fertile soil, and refreshed
by soft-falling dews and healthful breezes. She was something like her
own Scottish heather--distinguished by no uncommon brilliancy of mind or
person, but yet one upon whom your eye delighted to fall, and on whom
your heart could dwell with pleasure. Her clear, rosy complexion showed
that she had inherited none of her parent's delicacy of constitution;
and large, deep, violet-colored eyes, shaded by long lashes, made her
face a very interesting one. She was a most lovable little girl, gentle
and thoughtful beyond her years; it seemed as if something of the shadow
of her mother's grief had fallen upon her young spirit, repressing the
volatility of childhood, and making her ever considerate of the
feelings and studious of the comfort of others. She was her
grandfather's constant companion; and it was very beautiful to see these
two, so widely separated by years, and so closely united by affection,
entwining their lives together--the old man imparting instruction and
guidance, and the child warming his heart with the bright hopes and
sweet ways of her innocent age.
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