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For a long time I was their only care. My mother had much desired to have a daughter, but I continued their single offspring. When I was about five years old, while making an excursion beyond the frontiers of italy, they passed a week on the shores of the lake of como. Their benevolent disposition often made them enter the cottages of the poor. This to my mother, was more than a duty it was a necessity, a passion, remembering what she had suffered, and how she had been relieved, for her to act in her turn;the guardian angel to the afflicted. During one of their walks, a poor cot in the foldings of a vale attracted their notice, as being singularly disconsolate. While the number of half clothed children gathered about, it spoke of penury in its worst shape. One day when my father had gone by himself to milan, my mother, accompanied by me, visited this abode. She found a peasant, and his wife ,hard working ,bent down by care and labour, distributing a scanty meal to five hungry babes. Among these there was one which attracted my mother, far above all the rest, she appeared of a different stock. The four others were darkeyed hardy little vagrants. This child was thin and very fair; her hair was the brightest living gold and despite the poverty of her clothing, seemed to set a crown of distinction on her head. Her brow was clear and ample. Her blue eyes cloudless, and her lips, and the moulding of her face so expressive of sensibility and sweetness, that none could behold her without looking on her as of a distinct species. A being heaven sent, and bearing a celestial stamp in all her features.
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For a long time, I was their only care. My mother had much desired to have a daughter, but I continued their single offspring. When I was about five years old, while making an excursion beyond the frontiers of italy, they passed a week on the shores of the lake of como. Their benevolent disposition often made them enter the cottages of the poor. This to my mother, was more than a duty it was a necessity, a passion, remembering what she had suffered, and how she had been relieved for her to act in her turn, the guardian angel to the afflicted. During one of their walks, a poor cot in the foldings of a vale attracted their notice, as being singularly disconsolate. While, the number of half clothed children gathered about, it spoke of penury in its worst shape. One day when my father had gone by himself to milan, my mother, accompanied by me, visited this abode. She found a peasant, and his wife working hard, bent down by care and labour, distributing a scanty meal to five hungry babes. Among these there was one which attracted my mother, far above all the rest, she appeared of a different stock. The four others were darkeyed hardy little vagrants. This child was thin and very fair; her hair was the brightest living gold, and despite the poverty of her clothing, seemed to set a crown of distinction on her head. Her brow was clear and ample. Her blue eyes cloudless, and her lips and the moulding of her face, so expressive of sensibility and sweetness that none could behold her without looking on her as of a distinct species. A being heaven sent, and bearing a celestial stamp in all her features.
For a long time, I was their only care. My mother had much desired to have a daughter; however, I continued their single offspring. When I was about five years old, while making an excursion beyond the frontiers of italy, they passed a week on the shores of the lake of como. Their benevolent disposition often made them enter the cottages of the poor. This to my mother, was more than a duty it was a necessity, a passion, remembering what she had suffered, how she had been relieved for her to act in her turn, and the guardian angel to the afflicted. During one of their walks, a poor cot in the foldings of a vale attracted their notice as being singularly disconsolate. While the number of half clothed children gathered about, it spoke of penury in its worst shape. One day when my father had gone by himself to milan, my mother who accompanied by me, visited this abode. She found a peasant, and his wife working hard, bent down by care and labour, distributing a scanty meal to five hungry babes. Among these there was one which attracted my mother, far above all the rest, she appeared of a different stock. The four others were darkeyed hardy little vagrants. This child was thin and very fair; her hair was the brightest living gold, and despite the poverty of her clothing, seemed to set a crown of distinction on her head. Her brow was clear and ample. Her blue eyes cloudless, and her lips and the moulding of her face, so expressive of sensibility and sweetness that none could behold her without looking on her as of a distinct species. A being heaven sent, and bearing a celestial stamp in all her features.
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