The Argosy — page 392: what you’re looking at

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Two Women of Letters of the Last Century. 371 thirty years of acquaintanceship, while they continually deepened my affection, wore away nothing of my reverence.” ‘The same writer tells us that, although she had resided in London from her girlhood, she retained her Scotch accent and a predilection for dave feet through- out her life. And so within sight and sound of the great, struggling, roaring world of London, upon which through its grey pall of smoke they could look down and hear the distant hum of its restless myriads, the two sisters, who from childhood, side by side, their ‘‘ earthly journey held,” lived on in their peaceful home untroubled, as far as we can know, by care or sorrow. Sometimes mayhap, when she would hear of some great dramatic success, Joanna might suppress a sigh as she thought of her own disappointed hopes, of the works, already for- gotten, from which she had once hoped to reap the feverish glory of a stage triumph. What a strange ambition for this little, quiet, shrinking woman to cherish! ‘This we may suppose was the only shadow that ever crossed her life. One by one her old friends and brilliant con- temporaries passed away, until she remained one of the last of her generation. To few is it vouchsafed that their earthly pilgrimage shall extend to ninety years, but that was her age when the end came at last. She lies in the pretty old-fashioned grave-yard of the parish church, and she could have found no fitter resting-place. Heer sister, Agnes, survived her ten years, dying, in 1861, at the great age of one hundred years. H. BARTON BAKER. COMICOOOKS.¢