A Salem shipmaster and merchant; the autobiography of George Nichols . randfather madehis last move to the house No. 80 Federal Street,where as a young man he had passed so manyhappy hours, where he married his first wife, andhis second wife was born. At that time he had five granddaughters, thechildren of his sons George and John, the oldestfive years old, the youngest only a few only grandson, my oldest brother, a beautifulchild of four years, had died the previous was naturally a great pet with his grandfather,one of those rare children like little Waldo Emer-son, whom
A Salem shipmaster and merchant; the autobiography of George Nichols . randfather madehis last move to the house No. 80 Federal Street,where as a young man he had passed so manyhappy hours, where he married his first wife, andhis second wife was born. At that time he had five granddaughters, thechildren of his sons George and John, the oldestfive years old, the youngest only a few only grandson, my oldest brother, a beautifulchild of four years, had died the previous was naturally a great pet with his grandfather,one of those rare children like little Waldo Emer-son, whom his father, Ralph Waldo Emerson,portrayed so pathetically in that wonderful poem,Threnody. Many of the incidents and charac-teristics in the lives of the two children being sosimilar, the description of one would apply equallywell to the other. This great sorrow my grandfather bore withhis usual fortitude, and in less than two years joycame to him in the birth of another grandson,named George Ropes Nichols. He was not astrong boy and could not bear the rough and 108. WITH THE GRANDCHILDREN 109 tumble life of his companions. He had inheritedfrom his grandfather the love of the sea and ofships, and he used to wander down to thewharves, watch the vessels come in, make a noteof their names and cargoes and from what portsthey had sailed, then with these facts in hand hewould return home and copy them into bookskept for that purpose. This showed a strongleaning towards a mercantile life in a boy who, atthe time of his death, was not quite fourteen yearsold. He was seriously ill only a few days, and hisdeath came as a crushing blow to my was her oldest son then living, and beingdelicate he was an especial object of her care. Iwell remember my grandfather coming to see herat that time, and taking her hand in his, he said,The Lord gave, the Lord hath taken away, bless-ed be the name of the Lord. But I must not dwell on the sadness, whenthere was so much of joy in the young lif
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