Briar Patch 1917 Classic Reprint PDF Download

Excerpt from The Briar Patch With a wonderfully loving little heart and an unselfish disposition she de lighted to go with her father, visiting the sick on the estate. Her sweet face and gentle courtesy were known and welcomed by the country side. The old darkies in the quarters loved her and many were the blessings that fell from their lips for Lil Miss Daisy. Often on early spring mornings could Mr. Williams and Daisy be seen riding together; her white pony trying to keep pace with his big black horse. At times, Mrs. Williams had to go to New York, leaving Daisy and her father alone together. In one of Daisy's earliest letters written to her mother, she says, This morning we took a long ride and the hills you know are forever the same, so there is nothing to say about it. There are a great many birds in the yard - mocking birds, thrushes, and the lovely red birds. And in a letter a week later, she writes, Papa and l have been up to the monument this morning. It is lovely there now, the dagger plants look very well, and have grown considerably. Surrounded as she was by all that was beautiful, she lived a sheltered, happy life, the lack of companions of her own age being filled by her passion for flowers, music, and books. Often in her letters to her mother does she talk of flowers or of some plant in whose growth she is interested. Ln a letter dated May 6th, 1883, she says, The magnolias came late last night. I have wet them well and will set them out soon to - morrow morning. There was a storm last night, so the ground is too wet to-day. They seem very nice, but are large. Then again on May loth she writes, The apple orchard is in bloom. The apricots are killed. There is not a sign of a rosebud. The big roses near the little ones have grown so that they hang over them. Had they better be trimmed some? Daisy was passionately fond of music. Many and long were the hours she spent practicing. Once she wrote her mother, Do not forget the harp strings. The harp seems to have taken pity on me and does not break any strings, for which I am very glad. Her father and mother were also musical, and her harp at Sweet Briar House standing opposite the piano in the comer, can well make us imagine a happy picture of this musical family. F or in the long summer afternoons, when the song of the mocking birds could be heard and the heavy perfume of roses came through the open windows, Mr. Will iams would take his violin and Mrs. Williams accompanying on the piano, would call Daisy, this small figure with golden curls and lustrous eyes, to play on her harp between them. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.