Caroline Clapp Briggs
Published: 2018-08-06
Total Pages: 456
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Excerpt from Reminiscences and Letters of Caroline C. Briggs She was always making ready to die, and kept her burial clothing in a certain drawer in her bureau, which I was afraid to look into. She lived until I was fifteen years old, and sank quietly to sleep one beautiful May after noon. I was sick at the time and alone in my room. I remember the buzzing of the flies; the humming of the bees; the flood of warm sunshine streaming over my bed; the fragrance of a bunch of arbutus brought me by a de voted young boy friend my father walking up and down 'past the door, his head bowed and his hands behind him. This was the first death in our home, and it was wonderfully quiet and peaceful. There was. No running in of neighbors, as was the fashion in those days, but all was hushed and waiting for the end. I remember, too, being very perverse and refusing to have a black ribbon put on my bonnet, because I could not endure the wear ing of mourning, and I have never worn it since. We lived in a large, rambling old house, more than a hundred years old, and full of strange dark places known as holes, which I believed were haunted; and I had a great fear of them, though sometimes my curiosity got the better of my fear, and I rummaged about among the broken furniture, spinning wheels. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.