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- Herausgeber: Emma Marshall
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
Emma Marshall (1830–1899) was an English children's author who wrote more than 200 novels. She was the youngest daughter of Simon Martin, a partner in Gurney's Norwich bank, who married, at St Michael-at-Plea, Norwich, in 1809, Hannah (Ransome), a quakeress. She was born at Northrepps Hill House, near Cromer, in 1830. The family soon removed to Norwich. Miss Martin has depicted her early childhood verv faithfully in one of her first stories, The Dawn of Life (1867). She was educated at a private school until the age of sixteen.[2] The proximity of Norwich Cathedral and its precincts strongly influenced her subsequent line of thought. When as a girl she read Longfellow's Evangeline, she was so much impressed with it that she wrote to the poet, and thus began a correspondence that lasted until her death. About 1849, she left Norwich with her mother to live at Clifton, Bristol, where acquaintance with Dr. Addington Symonds gave them a passport to the society of the place. She finally settled at Clifton, and began to write from a desire to amuse and instruct young people. Her first story, Happy Days at Fernbank, was published in 1861. Between that date and her death she wrote over two hundred stories. This enormous production was stimulated by heavy losses in 1878, when the failure of the West of England bank not only swept away her husband's income and position, but involved him as a shareholder in certain liabilities. These Mrs. Marshall cleared off with indefatigable courage. Marshall died at home in Clifton on 4 May 1899 from Pneumonia, and was buried on the 9th in the cemetery of Long Ashton.Her method was to pick a historic character or famous building and weave a story around it, her best selling books were Under Salisbury Spire, Penshurst Castle and Winchester Meads. Of Life's Aftermath (1876), perhaps the most popular of her novels, thirteen thousand copies have been issued. She had a special faculty for turning to account dim legend or historical incident, and her books generally have some celebrated historical character for the central figure round whom the story is woven; in Under Salisbury Spire (1890) it is George Herbert, in Penshurst Castle (1894) it is Sir Philip Sidney. Her last book, The Parson's Daughter, was finished by her daughter Beatrice after her mother's death, and published in 1899. All her tales have a high moral and religious tone. Many have been translated; several were included in the Tauchnitz Library. John Nichol and J. A. Symonds, among others, were warm in their praises of them. Canon Ainger, when advocating that a memorial, which ultimately took the form of a brass, with an inscription by him, should be placed in Bristol Cathedral, spoke of 'the high and pure quality of her literary work,' and declared that her stories 'have been the means of awakening and cultivating a taste for history and literature throughout the English-speaking world.' (font: Wikipedia)
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Little Miss Joy
Emma Marshall
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I.
WAITING AND WATCHING
CHAPTER II.
LITTLE MISS JOY
CHAPTER III.
"AN HONEST BOY"
CHAPTER IV.
HIS OWN WAY
CHAPTER V.
A TEA-PARTY IN THE ROW
CHAPTER VI.
A VISIT TO THE SKINNERS
CHAPTER VII.
DARK DOINGS
CHAPTER VIII.
IN PERIL OF THE SEA
CHAPTER IX.
ON THE WIDE, WIDE SEA
CHAPTER X.
"ONLY A LITTLE BOX"
CHAPTER XI.
MR. SKINNER IN COMMAND
CHAPTER XII.
THE SPIRIT OF PEACE
CHAPTER XIII.
A TOKEN AT LAST
CHAPTER XIV.
THE WAITING IS OVER
CHAPTER XV.
THE HERITAGE OF PEACE
CHAPTER I.
WAITING AND WATCHING.
The sea lay calm and still under a cloudless sky. The tide was out, and there was only a faint murmur like the whisper of gentle voices, as the little waves told to the sands that they were coming back soon, for the tide had turned.
It was yet early morning, and the old town of Great Yarmouth was asleep. The fishing boats had been out all night, and were lying like so many black birds with folded wings, waiting for the flow of the water to bring them to the beach. All the blinds were down in the houses facing the level strand. There was no one moving yet, for the resonant clock of Saint Nicholas Church had only just struck four.
The children of visitors to Yarmouth, tired with their exertions on the sand the evening before, were all wrapt in profound slumber.
Happy seaside children, who had paddled and delved on the beach to their hearts' content, who had braved all the reproaches of mothers and nurses, and had gone home with their buckets full of seaweed, pebbles, and shells, looking like the veriest little ragged waifs and strays, who were known as "the beach children," and who were an ever-moving population gathered from the depths of the town, pattering with naked feet round the boats as they came to shore, to pick up odd fish which fell from the nets as they were spread out to dry.
