SIXTY YEARS AGO, up among the New Hampshire hills, lived Farmer Bassett, with a houseful of sturdy sons and daughters growing up about him. They were poor in money, but rich in land and love, for the wide acres of wood, corn, and pasture land fed, warmed, and clothed the flock, while mutual patience, affection, and courage made the old farmhouse a very happy home. Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving!
“Jane,” he (Mr. Rochester) recommenced, as we entered the laurel walk, and slowly strayed down in the direction of the sunk fence and the horse- chestnut, “Thornfield is a pleasant place in summer, is it not?” “Yes, sir.” “You must … Continue reading An Excerpt from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
February is known as the month of love, because Valentine’s Day resides right in the middle of this short month. It is the only month that has twenty-eight days, and the only month to ever have a leap year. February … Continue reading Literary Love