The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk GirlCobbold, Richard
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The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk Girl
Cobbold, Richard
Catchpole, Margaret, 1762-1819 -- Fiction
"This is the second great collection I have made for you; and I
shall not, dear lady, forward any more until I hear of the safe
arrival of the last, it is so very disheartening to find all my
labour and love thrown away. Oh! how I wish that I could be
permitted to bring a cargo home for you! I would part with
everything I have most gladly for such a purpose, but I fear it
will never be; and sometimes my poor heart feels broken, as I sit
alone, pondering over all my hope and fears.
"My dear landlady, Mrs. Palmer, has given me such a nice drawing of
my cottage and the surrounding country for you! I shall send it;
and I hope you will not think me presumptuous if I ask for one of
the dear, dear Cliff, as I know, my dear lady, that you can so
easily do one for me. If one of the young ladies would be so kind
as to copy it, then I could give Mrs. Palmer one by way of return.
Yours shall hang over my chimney-place; and when I look at it I
shall think of those happy days which I spent there with you for my
friend and mistress.
"Ah! dear lady, when I was learning so many good lessons under your
eye, little did I think that I should reap the profit thereof in a
foreign land. Your word of approbation was a sort of foretaste of
that which, I hope and trust, we shall both rejoice to hear, 'Well
done, good and faithful servant!'
"Dear lady, I am very contented, and am getting on well, but we
have all had severe misfortune in this district: first, by the
floods; secondly, by fire; and thirdly, by such a hurricane as
levelled whole acres of timber-trees of enormous size. We were
afraid to remain indoors lest our houses should fall on our heads;
and out of doors we could hardly stand at all. Great trees swept by
us as if they had been straws.
"The flood in the month of May distressed us very much; but that on
the 31st of July and the 1st of August, the days after the high
wind, was dreadful. It was the greatest ever experienced by any of
the settlers, though the natives speak of one which covered all the
plain from the mountains, and was deeper than our church is high.
The one I have so lately witnessed went over the tops of the houses
on the plain; and many poor creatures were on their chimneys crying
out for mercy, and for boats to go to them. It was shocking to hear
their cries, and it made me feel so wretched at not being able to
relieve them. It was very dangerous to approach them, for sometimes
the eddies were so strong round their houses that boats were swept
away, or swamped in the attempt. I saw one boat completely sunk by
a tree falling upon it, just as it was passing; and had not another
boat been near to take the sufferers off the boughs upon which they
had climbed, they must all have perished.
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