~ Perfect Etiquette; or, How to Behave in Society, James T. Kernan, 1877
via internet archive
~ American Family Physician; Detailing Important Means of preserving Health, from Infancy to old age, by Thomas Ewell, M.D., 1826
via U.S. National Library of Medicine
"It is a good precaution for those subject to the disease, to sleep with someone to rouse them, on feeling their convulsive motions; for really they not very unfrequently end in death."
Well this explains everything.
Bright Eyes, Light Eyes! Daughter of a Fay!
I had not been a married wife a twelvemonth and a day,
I had not nursed my little one a month upon my knee,
When down among the blue bell banks rose elfins three times three:
They griped me by the raven hair, I could not cry for fear,
They put a hempen rope around my waist and dragged me here;
They made me sit and give thee suck as mortal mothers can,
Bright Eyes, Light Eyes! strange and weak and wan!
Lo, sifted through the winds that blow,
Down comes the soft and silent snow,
White petals from the flowers that grow
In the cold atmosphere.
love these to death
Adorable, especially the last one!
Sleep tight, don’t let the sunlight bite!
This makes me unbelievably happy.
Just a little window shopping.
So they all loaded their father with commissions for jewels and dresses which it would have taken a fortune to buy; only Beauty, feeling sure that it was of no use, did not ask for anything. Her father, noticing her silence, said: “And what shall I bring for you, Beauty?”
"The only thing I wish for is to see you come home safely," she answered.
But this only vexed her sisters, who fancied she was blaming them for having asked for such costly things. Her father, however, was pleased, but as he thought that at her age she certainly ought to like pretty presents, he told her to choose something.
"Well, dear father," she said, "as you insist upon it, I beg that you will bring me a rose. I have not seen one since we came here, and I love them so much."
Yes, I pretty much reblog this image every time it crosses my dash. From Adore Photography by Victoria Caverhill.
Thou shalt not lack
The flower that’s like thy face, pale primrose, nor
The azur’d harebell, like thy veins.
These grave markers — pressed up against either side of an imposing wall, with a pair of clasped hands reaching over the wall’s top — date to a time in Dutch history when Catholic and Protestant graves were strictly segregated. A Catholic and a Protestant married couple, separated in death, arranged for this unique workaround in order to rejoin one another