The life of Robert Louis Stevenson for boys and girls . Reverend Lewis Balfour, at Colinton, on 25 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON the Water of Leith, five miles southwest ofEdinburgh. Here he spent glorious only was there the house and garden,both rare spots for one of an exploring turnof mind, but, best of all, there were thenumerous cousins of his own age sent outfrom India, where their parents were, to benursed and educated under the loving eyeof Aunt Jane Balfour, for whom he wrote: Chief of our aunts — not only I,But all the dozen nurslings cry —What did the other children do?And what wa
The life of Robert Louis Stevenson for boys and girls . Reverend Lewis Balfour, at Colinton, on 25 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON the Water of Leith, five miles southwest ofEdinburgh. Here he spent glorious only was there the house and garden,both rare spots for one of an exploring turnof mind, but, best of all, there were thenumerous cousins of his own age sent outfrom India, where their parents were, to benursed and educated under the loving eyeof Aunt Jane Balfour, for whom he wrote: Chief of our aunts — not only I,But all the dozen nurslings cry —What did the other children do?And what was childhood, wanting you? If Louis lacked brothers and sisters hehad no dearth of cousins, fifty in all theynumbered, many of them near his own Stevenson, Henrietta and Willie Tra-quair seem to have been his favorite chumsat Colinton. Of his grandfather Balfour he says: Wechildren admired him, partly for his beauti-ful face and silver hair . . partly forthe solemn light in which we beheld himonce a week, the observed of all observers 26. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON in the pulpit. But his strictness and dis-tance, the effect, I now fancy, of old age,slow blood, and settled habits, oppressed uswith a kind of terror. When not abroad, hesat much alone writing sermons or lettersto his scattered family. . The study hada redeeming grace in many Indian picturesgaudily colored and dear to young . When I was once sent in to say apsalm to my grandfather, I went, quakingindeed with fear, but at the same time glow-ing with hope that, if I said it well, hemight reward me with an Indian were two ways of entering theManse garden, he says, one the two-winged gate that admitted the old phaetonand the other a door for pedestrians on theside next the kirk. ... On the left handwere the stables, coach-houses and washinghouses, clustered around a small, pavedcourt. . Once past the stable you werefairly within the garden. On summerafternoons the sloping lawn was literallys
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