Clemence eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 268 pages of information about Clemence.

Clemence eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 268 pages of information about Clemence.

Title:  Clemence The Schoolmistress of Waveland

Author:  Retta Babcock

Release Date:  March 4, 2006 [EBook #17913]

Language:  English

Character set encoding:  ASCII

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CLEMENCE,

THE

Schoolmistress of Waveland,

By Retta B. Babcock,

Author ofGraham Lodge; or, Laura CLIFFORD’S life romance.”

* * * * *

Not many friends my life has made;
Few have I loved, and few are they
Who in my hand their hearts have laid;
And these are women.  I am gray,
But never have I been betrayed.

J. G. Holland.

* * * * *

Cleveland, Ohio

Printed by the leader printing company, no. 142 Superior street.

1870.

PREFACE.

The favor with which a generous public received a former volume of the writer’s, induced her, after a lapse of nearly two years, to essay another effort of a similar nature.

In the present work, facts were chosen for a basis, as calculated to interest, where the wildest dream of the novelist would pall upon the satiated mind.  It has been remarked, in a homely phrase by another, that “what comes from the heart, reaches the heart,” and if the present fruits of long and unremitting mental labor, sustained often amid such trial and discouragements, as seldom fall to the lot of mortal to bear, should find sympathy and appreciation with the mass of readers, the aim of the writer will have been fully accomplished.

CLEMENCE,

THE

Schoolmistress of Waveland.

CHAPTER I.

“Dearest mother, do not grieve for me, it breaks my heart.”

The sweet, sad voice of the speaker quivered with unshed tears, as she knelt before the grief-bowed figure on the sofa, and took one of the little, shrunken, tear-wet hands in both her own, with the devotion of a lover.

“Have you not often told me of the sin of distrusting the All-wise Being, who has cared for us all our lives thus far?  Let us put our trust in Him, and He will ‘never leave nor forsake us.’  Can you not trust Him, precious mother?”

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