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330 Behind the Scenes.
downs, but still am stout of heart. The labor of
a lifetime has brought me nothing in a pecuniary way. I have worked hard, but fortune,
fickle dame, has not smiled upon me. If poverty
did not weigh me down as it does, I would not
now be toiling by day with my needle, and
writing by night, in the plain little room on the
fourth floor of No. 14 Carroll Place. And yet I
have learned to love the garret-like room. Here,
with Mrs. Amelia Lancaster as my only companion, I have spent many pleasant hours, as
well as sad ones, and every chair looks like an old
friend. In memory I have travelled through the
shadows and the sunshine of the past, and the
bare walls are associated with the visions that
have come to me from the long-ago. As I love
the children of memory, so I love every article in
this room, for each has become a part of memory
its-elf. Though poor in worldly goods, I am rich
in friendships, and friends are a recompense for
all the woes of the darkest pages of life. For
| Title | Behind the scenes, or, Thirty years a slave and four years in the White House |
| Creator | Keckley, Elizabeth |
| Publisher | G.W. Carleton & Co. |
| Place of Publication | New York |
| Date | 1868 |
| Language | eng |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Title | 00000335 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | 330 Behind the Scenes. downs, but still am stout of heart. The labor of a lifetime has brought me nothing in a pecuniary way. I have worked hard, but fortune, fickle dame, has not smiled upon me. If poverty did not weigh me down as it does, I would not now be toiling by day with my needle, and writing by night, in the plain little room on the fourth floor of No. 14 Carroll Place. And yet I have learned to love the garret-like room. Here, with Mrs. Amelia Lancaster as my only companion, I have spent many pleasant hours, as well as sad ones, and every chair looks like an old friend. In memory I have travelled through the shadows and the sunshine of the past, and the bare walls are associated with the visions that have come to me from the long-ago. As I love the children of memory, so I love every article in this room, for each has become a part of memory its-elf. Though poor in worldly goods, I am rich in friendships, and friends are a recompense for all the woes of the darkest pages of life. For |
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