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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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872 _ SKETCHES.

authoress. She was, while writing that work, a young
mother, taken up by domestic cares, of which the little
sketch, “ A Mother’s Trials,” is a humorous picture.

She wrote these sketches in her leisure hours, for a
small circle of friends, without at that time thinking of
publishing the same.

They are the firstlings of a youthful, richly endowed
soul, and although they carry the impress of firstlings, and
lack artistic finish, yet we find in them the same qualities
which are so essentially characteristic of “ Uncle Tom ;”
an acute perception of the peculiar and national, an over- :
flowing vein of humor, and a deeply religious mind.

Washington Irving, Caroline Kirkland, Catharine Sedg-
wick, Fenimore Cooper, and Nathaniel Hawthorne have
given us masterly sketches of America and of her peo-
ple, but none more striking sketches of character, none
more American, than those of the authoress of the “ May-
flower” and of “ Uncle Tom’s Cabin.”

THE CHILD’S PRAYER.

“Tn my childhood,” relates the great and brave Captain
G , “I was exceedingly strictly educated. Every fault
even the most trifling, was most severely punished by
my mother,—a woman strong both in body and mind.
This severity filled me with great dread and terror, which
easily might have led me to falsehood and hypocrisy, if
these sins had not been even more severely punished than
all others. Meantime I was often very unhappy. In my
extremity I had recourse to prayer, prayer to the invisible
Father, whom I knew to be watching over me and over all.
A flat stone behind one of the hedges in our garden was
my oratory. Often have I been lying there on my knees —
praying and weeping.

“ One day I had undertaken the praiseworthy labor of
weeding the hot-beds in our garden. In doing this, I
worked especially very hard at a large plant with such

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