Harris Miriam Coles
Miriam Coles Harris (born July 7, 1834 in Dosoris, Long Island, died 1925) was an American novelist. Her maiden name was Coles. She was educated at St. Mary's Hall in Burlington, New Jersey, and in New York City. In 1864 she married Sidney Harris of New York. Her first novel, Rutledge (New York, 1860) was published anonymously. Her other works include The Sutherlands (1862), Louie's Last Term at St. Mary's (1863), Frank Warrington (1871), Richard Vandermark (1871), Roundhearts, and other Stories (1871), A Perfect Adonis (1880), Missy (1882) and Dear Feast of Lent (1883).
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. A STRANGER. " Underneath that face, like summer ocean's, Its lip as moveless, and its cheek as clear ; Slumbers a whirlwind of the heart's emotions, Lotc, hatred, pride, hope, sorrowall save fear." It was more than two years since there had been crape on Dr. Upham's door; the boy Julian was two years older, the girl Christine was now sixteen. It was December; a still clear evening; the little town of was lying in a frozen, silent way under the stars and moon. It was not yet seven, but the moon was so bright that a traveller, just entering the town by the western turnpike, slackening his horse's pace, took out his watch and read the hour distinctly on its face. He put it back again, and then rode forward on a walk. He looked about him thoughtfully, and paused with a moment's hesitation when he came to a point where the road forked. He chose the right hand way at last, guided perhaps by the " twinkling stars of household light" in the distance, and the glimmering of a sheet of ice beyond the trees in front of him. He came presently upon an old mill standing on the edge of the pond, with long icicles hanging from its silent wheel, and the moonshine playing upon its padlocked door and dangling idle rope. The pond had been frozen over only since the night before; there were white cracks veining the clear ice, and along the dam and by the bridge it had been broken in several places. The pond lay in a sort of basin, with low hills surrounding iton three sidesswamp-willows dipping down into its brink, and dark pine trees rising above it against the sky. There was a row of old poplars bordering the road along the dam, and the bridge, with its gate now shut and frozen, was a favorite tryst- ing place for the youth of on moonlight nights in summer. ...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: RTJTLEDGE. CHAPTER I. " Heavily hangs the broad sunflower, Over its grave i" the earth Bo chilly; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger lily. Tbnnysoh. It was th'i gloomy twilight ot a gloomy November day; dark and leaden clouds were fast shutting out every linger- ing ray of daylight; and the wind, which moaned dismally around the house, was tossing into mad antics the leaves which strewed the playground. The lamps were not lighted yet; of visible fires the penaionnat of St. Catharine's was innocent; a dull black stove, more or less gigantic, according to the size of the apartment, gloomed in every one, and affected favorably the thermometer, if not the imagination. We paced untiringly up and down the dim corridorNelly, Agnes and Ithree children, who, by virtue of our youth, ought to have been let off, one would have thought, for some years yet, from the deep depression that was fast settling on our spirits. In truth we were all three very miserable, we thoughtNelly and Agnes, I am afraid, more so than I, who in common justice ought to have participated deeply in, as I was the chief occasion of, their grief. My trunk was packed and strapped, and stood outside the door of my dormitory, ready for the porter's attention. In it lay my school-books, closed forever, as I hoped; aud souvenirs innumerable of school friendships and the undying love of the extremely young persons by whom I was surrounded. From them I was to be severed to-morrow, as was expected, and "It might be for years, ani it might be for ever," ns Nelly had just said, choking up on the last sentence. I did feel unhappy, and very much like " choking up " too, when I passed the great windows, that looked into the play ground, and remembered all the mad hours of frolic I ha/ ...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: RTJTLEDGE. CHAPTER I. " Heavily hangs the broad sunflower, Over its grave i" the earth Bo chilly; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger lily. Tbnnysoh. It was th'i gloomy twilight ot a gloomy November day; dark and leaden clouds were fast shutting out every linger- ing ray of daylight; and the wind, which moaned dismally around the house, was tossing into mad antics the leaves which strewed the playground. The lamps were not lighted yet; of visible fires the penaionnat of St. Catharine's was innocent; a dull black stove, more or less gigantic, according to the size of the apartment, gloomed in every one, and affected favorably the thermometer, if not the imagination. We paced untiringly up and down the dim corridorNelly, Agnes and Ithree children, who, by virtue of our youth, ought to have been let off, one would have thought, for some years yet, from the deep depression that was fast settling on our spirits. In truth we were all three very miserable, we thoughtNelly and Agnes, I am afraid, more so than I, who in common justice ought to have participated deeply in, as I was the chief occasion of, their grief. My trunk was packed and strapped, and stood outside the door of my dormitory, ready for the porter's attention. In it lay my school-books, closed forever, as I hoped; aud souvenirs innumerable of school friendships and the undying love of the extremely young persons by whom I was surrounded. From them I was to be severed to-morrow, as was expected, and "It might be for years, ani it might be for ever," ns Nelly had just said, choking up on the last sentence. I did feel unhappy, and very much like " choking up " too, when I passed the great windows, that looked into the play ground, and remembered all the mad hours of frolic I ha/ ...
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dear feast of lent a sereis of devotional readings
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a rosary for lent or devotional readings original and compiled
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I never knew exactly how the invitation came; I felt very much honored by it though I think now very likely the honor was felt to be upon the other side. I was exceedingly young and exceedingly ignorant not seventeen and an orphan living in the house of an uncle an unmarried man of nearly seventy wholly absorbed in business and not much more interested in me than in his clerks and servants. --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
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