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Dec. 31st, 2006
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Dec. 31st, 2006 05:18 pmDecember 31st
Thersie was at Church twice to-day. A few days ago sh was teaching Florence and asking her who died for us on the Cross.
"Lord Chesterfield", replied Florence promtly, having heard a good deal lately about his death in connection with the Prince of Wales and Londesborough Lodge.
Look at the first page of this book, "It began with a lass and it will end with a lass'. It began with a lass and it has ended with a lass.
I read to Thersie my last song, "Loud roars the wind". Then I was going to bed but Dora came down on tiptoe in a loose wrapper with her hair falling on her shoulders, soon followed by Thersie in the same state. We sat round the fire talking of domestic matters in whispers, not to disturb my Mother who was immediately overhead sleeping the sleep of the just.
At 5 minutes to midnight the bells of Chippenham Church pealed out loud and clear in the frosty air. We opened a shutter and stood round the window listening. It was a glorious moonlit night.
And here is the end of another year. How much to be thankfull for. How much to be mourned over. God pardon the past and give grace for the future, and make the new year better than the old.
December 31, 1871
(Robert) Francis Kilvert (1840-1879)
Thersie was at Church twice to-day. A few days ago sh was teaching Florence and asking her who died for us on the Cross.
"Lord Chesterfield", replied Florence promtly, having heard a good deal lately about his death in connection with the Prince of Wales and Londesborough Lodge.
Look at the first page of this book, "It began with a lass and it will end with a lass'. It began with a lass and it has ended with a lass.
I read to Thersie my last song, "Loud roars the wind". Then I was going to bed but Dora came down on tiptoe in a loose wrapper with her hair falling on her shoulders, soon followed by Thersie in the same state. We sat round the fire talking of domestic matters in whispers, not to disturb my Mother who was immediately overhead sleeping the sleep of the just.
At 5 minutes to midnight the bells of Chippenham Church pealed out loud and clear in the frosty air. We opened a shutter and stood round the window listening. It was a glorious moonlit night.
And here is the end of another year. How much to be thankfull for. How much to be mourned over. God pardon the past and give grace for the future, and make the new year better than the old.
December 31, 1871
(Robert) Francis Kilvert (1840-1879)