A Kentucky Cardinal

James Lane Allen

Capitolo 27



Some one would have to admit, however that there is no acuteness
in the cheerfulness of Georgian.  The child-nature in her is so exposed to the sun,
happy, so bent on harmless damage.  You still play with life
as a makes the kitten with a ball of thread.  Of the day Kitty will fall asleep
with the Ball balanced in the cup of a foot.  Then, waking up, when
its dream is ended, she will find that its toy is become
a rocky, thorny, it storm-swept, incommensurable world, and that her, a
woman, is standing, while holding out toward him his/her arm of the suppliant being, and asking
only for of the smallest part in his/her endless destinies.


After the last discourse with Georgian I felt me renewed desires to see those
Sketches of Audubon.  Then yesterday morning that I have sent above to her some
things written by a Northern man that I call the young Audubon
of the woods of Maine.  Its name is Henry D. Thoreau, and it is, me
believes, known only down here to me.  All of which I can find
his is pure and cold and solitary as a wild cedar of the mountain
stones, being standing far above of his/her valley without smoke and done white to keep silent
river.  You returned them to-day with word that she would have thanked me
in person and to-night on that I have gone rather in a state of inanimate
anxiety.

His/her mother and sister had gone out, and she sat on the dark portico
alone.  The things of Thoreau you/he/she has interested her, and she asked
me to tell her all self I knew about him that it was a little enough.  Then
of his really accord she started to speak of his/her father and Audubon--of
that with the adoration of love, of the other with the adoration
of the greatness.  I felt as if I were in a cathedral illuminated by the moon;  for
his/her voice, the whole revelation of its nature made the stain this way
impressive and so sacred.  You addressed as soon as _me_;  she was
communing with them.  Nothing that his/her father told her concerning
Audubon seems to have been forgotten;  and, brought nearer than
never of forehead to that tall spirit, tireless in his/her vagabondages through
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