Delusion; or, The Witch of New England

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distinguished for classical learning and elegant pursuits. But at the call of conscience he left the luxurious halls of his fathers, the rank, and ancestral honors that would have

, and had lived in much luxury, although in the

to be. Except the Lady Arbella Johnson, is there a single name that has descend

raise to have nothing said about her was in full force; and when the remark of Coleridge wou

heroic women that endured silently every cala

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deep love

a mother's timidity for their children, when they heard the savage cry, that

ad trodden the softest carpets, whose bed had been of down, who had been accustomed to those minute attentions that prevent the rose-leaf from being crumpled, must now labor with her

uffering, and to ennoble all those homely cares and humble offices that are performed for the belov

e of New England. Her grave was made in the solitude of the overshadowing forest, and her daughter

ith his family: his father and mother, both advanced in life, had settled on the small farm we have attempted to describe.

nd, and, before her death, she dedicated this, her only child, to the service of the church, and request

ce something for his education; but unfortunate circumstances prevented, and

nd his humble circumstances. The few books he brought with him were his consolation. They were read, reread, and committed to memory; and then he longed for more. An acci

e business connected with his agricultu

, and pleased with the refined and intelligent remarks that se

pare him for our young college, and promised his aid to have him placed

aspirant for literary distinction striving to unite two things which must at last b

d we must now leave him where thousands of our young men have be