Louise Imogen Guiney

Louise Imogen Guiney

It is, she says, a stone-built paradise of a village not far from Oxford. There is an April wind blowing, and forty-three roses adorn one cottage doorway just out of sight from here. The old collie and I had a walk yesterday, and I dipped my stick in Shakespeares Avon at Fledbury. This was the woman, yet not much changed in high intent and gayest vagabondage from the girl New Englandand, indeed,[2] this western worlduniquely loved. Still, to us, is she a figure of bright beginnings and the swiftest road to her is that backward pathway to her youth. Her father, General Patrick Robert Guiney, a soldier of the Civil War, was her exemplar and her adoration, and his death an overwhelming grief. My preux chevalier of a father, she was proud to call him, in a quick flaming up of passionate remembrance. Though he died in her girlhoodand died of his wound, as it fed her ardent soul to remembershe never ceased to feel a living allegiance to him. Her plastic inner life had been molded by him, the picture her mind made of him touched into enduring colors by the manner of his death. There was between them that marriage of true minds which is more lastingly productive than the tie of blood, and she was proud if you could trace in her the reflex of those qualities she held highest in him: his active patriotism, his slack hold on life, if it could be nobly given, and a tenacity of devotion to the brave fight. Of her remoter background[3] she says, with a pleasing touch of swagger, a slightest waving of the plume: ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 51541
Author: Brown, Alice
Release Date: Mar 24, 2016
Format: eBook
Language: English