. Sun dials and roses of yesterday; garden delights which are here displayed in every truth and are moreover regarded as emblems . There came a timewhen, after a heavy storm, she did not appear asbidden in a gay household where preparations for awedding were under way, and where she was toweave rag carpet for the bedrooms of the bridesnew home. A kindly little tailoress, learning this,went across fields with a hand-lantern after nightfall,and entered the dark house, and climbed the narrowstaircase; a poky thing to do, and a difficult one,for the tailoress was old; a brave and Christian-likedee
. Sun dials and roses of yesterday; garden delights which are here displayed in every truth and are moreover regarded as emblems . There came a timewhen, after a heavy storm, she did not appear asbidden in a gay household where preparations for awedding were under way, and where she was toweave rag carpet for the bedrooms of the bridesnew home. A kindly little tailoress, learning this,went across fields with a hand-lantern after nightfall,and entered the dark house, and climbed the narrowstaircase; a poky thing to do, and a difficult one,for the tailoress was old; a brave and Christian-likedeed, too, for she was a timid and superstitious found the weaver-witch dead in her bed, with therain blowing in through the broken roof, which hadpartly blown off in the storm. It was a sad sight,and one that throughout her life ever terrified thekindly little creature. The following August a visit was made to the Witchs House to see if aught of interest orvalue remained in the house. The end windowshad been broken by stones thrown by maraudingboys, and spring rains and summer suns had freely A Story of Four Dials 445. Sun-dial at Chastleton Manor, Oxfordshire, England, entered through window and roof. And the witchsbed on which she died, a sack filled with straw ofmouse-barley with some spikes of grains attached,had sprouted and grown through the coarse hempenbedtick, and thus her bed was as green as the grassover her unmarked grave under the garden Cedars. I have half a score of her loom-shuttles, andsome of her loom-spools, a raddle (or rake), a sley,some niddy-noddies, — all these are portrayed in mybook Home Life in Colonial Bays. And I have hersun-dial, it is the third in the illustration on page427. A primitive little dial, it served her wellthrough many years of honest work and isolatedlife ; for she had no other timekeeper. The fourth — the largest sun-dial — is not in verygood favor with me at present. I bought it from an 44^ Sun-dials and Roses of Yester
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