The Paradise of Children: (From: "A Wonder-Book for Girls and Boys")Hawthorne, Nathaniel
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The Paradise of Children: (From: "A Wonder-Book for Girls and Boys")
Hawthorne, Nathaniel
Mythology, Greek; Mythology, Greek -- Juvenile literature
Produced by David Widger
A WONDER-BOOK FOR GIRLS AND BOYS
By Nathaniel Hawthorne
THE PARADISE OF CHILDREN
CONTENTS:
TANGLEWOOD PLAY-ROOM--Introductory to “The Paradise of Children”
THE PARADISE OF CHILDREN
TANGLEWOOD PLAY-ROOM--After the Story
TANGLEWOOD PLAY-ROOM.
The golden days of October passed away, as so many other Octobers have,
and brown November likewise, and the greater part of chill December,
too. At last came merry Christmas, and Eustace Bright along with it,
making it all the merrier by his presence. And, the day after his
arrival from college, there came a mighty snow-storm. Up to this time,
the winter had held back, and had given us a good many mild days, which
were like smiles upon its wrinkled visage. The grass had kept itself
green, in sheltered places, such as the nooks of southern hill-slopes,
and along the lee of the stone fences. It was but a week or two ago,
and since the beginning of the month, that the children had found a
dandelion in bloom, on the margin of Shadow Brook, where it glides out
of the dell.
But no more green grass and dandelions now. This was such a snow-storm!
Twenty miles of it might have been visible at once, between the windows
of Tanglewood and the dome of Taconic, had it been possible to see so
far, among the eddying drifts that whitened all the atmosphere. It
seemed as if the hills were giants, and were flinging monstrous handfuls
of snow at one another, in their enormous sport. So thick were the
fluttering snow-flakes, that even the trees, midway down the valley,
were hidden by them the greater part of the time. Sometimes, it is
true, the little prisoners of Tanglewood could discern a dim outline of
Monument Mountain, and the smooth whiteness of the frozen lake at its
base, and the black or gray tracts of woodland in the nearer landscape.
But these were merely peeps through the tempest.
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