" After awhile she joins the group in the parlor. They
are singing to Susy's accompaniment on the organ.
"Sing 'Coronation,' Susy," she says, as she sits down beside her
husband and glances lovingly in his face.
"What is it?" he whispers. "You are unusually happy."
"Yes," she answers. "I have had a vision of the land of Beulah, where
Love is king."
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CHAPTERS FROM A LIFE.
BY ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS,
AUTHOR OF "THE GATES AJAR," "A SINGULAR LIFE," ETC.
THE BURNING OF THE PEMBERTON MILLS.--THE STORY OF "THE TENTH OF
JANUARY."--WHITTIER AND HIGGINSON.--THE WRITING AND PUBLICATION OF
"THE GATES AJAR."
The town of Lawrence was three miles and a half from Andover. Up to
the year 1860 we had considered Lawrence chiefly in the light of a
place to drive to. To the girlish resources which could, in those
days, only include a trip to Boston at the call of some fate too vast
to be expected more than two or three times a year, Lawrence offered
consolations in the shape of dry goods and restaurant ice-cream, and
a slow, delicious drive in the family carryall through sand flats and
pine woods, and past the largest bed of the sweetest violets that
ever dared the blasts of a New England spring. To the pages of the
gazetteer Lawrence would have been known as a manufacturing town
of importance.
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