Eleanor Fortesque Brickdale's Golden book of famous women . MAUD MULLER 169 Then she took up her burden of Hfe again,Saying only, It might have been. Alas for Maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge ! God pity them both! and pity us all!Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these : It might have been ! Ah, well! for us all some sweet hope liesDeeply buried from human eyes ; And, in the hereafter, angels mayRoll the stone from its grave away. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. MISS MOWCHER * Miss Mowcher ! I looked at the doorw
Eleanor Fortesque Brickdale's Golden book of famous women . MAUD MULLER 169 Then she took up her burden of Hfe again,Saying only, It might have been. Alas for Maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge ! God pity them both! and pity us all!Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these : It might have been ! Ah, well! for us all some sweet hope liesDeeply buried from human eyes ; And, in the hereafter, angels mayRoll the stone from its grave away. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. MISS MOWCHER * Miss Mowcher ! I looked at the doorway and saw nothing. Iwas still looking at the doorway, thinking that MissMowcher was a long while making her appearance,when, to my infinite astonishment, there camewaddling round the sofa which stood between me andit, a pursy dwarf, of about forty or forty-five, with avery large head and face, a pair of roguish grey eyes,and such extremely little arms, that, to enable herselfto lay a finger archly against her snub nose as sheogled Steerforth, she was obl
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