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CHILDREN love to listen to stories about their elders, when they were children; to stretch
their imagination to the conception of a traditionary great-uncle or grandame, whom they never
saw. It was in this spirit that my little ones crept about me the other evening to hear about their
great-grandmother Field, who lived in a great house in Norfolk (a hundred times bigger than that in
which they and papa lived) which had been the scene—so at least it was generally believed in that
part of the country—of the tragic incidents which they had lately become familiar with from the
ballad of the Children in the Wood. Certain it is that the whole story of the children and their cruel
uncle was to be seen fairly carved out in wood upon the chimney-piece of the great hall, the whole
story down to the Robin Redbreasts, till a foolish rich person pulled it down to set up a marble one
of modern invention in its stead, with no story upon it. Here Alice put out one of her dear mother's
looks, too tender to be called upbraiding. Then I went on to say, how religious and how good their
great-grandmother Field was, how beloved and respected by everybody, though she was not indeed
the mistress of this great house, but had only the charge of it (and yet in some respects she might be
said to be the mistress of it too) committed to her by the owner, who preferred living in a newer and
more fashionable mansion which he had purchased somewhere in the adjoining county; but still
she lived in it in a manner as if it had been her own, and kept up the dignity of the great house in a
sort while she lived, which afterward came to decay, and was nearly pulled down, and all its old
ornaments stripped and carried away to the owner's other house, where they were set up, and
looked as awkward as if some one were to carry away the old tombs they had seen lately at the
Abbey, and stick them up in Lady C.'s tawdry gilt drawing-room. Here John smiled, as much as to
say, "that would be foolish indeed." And then I told how, when she came to die, her funeral was
attended by a concourse of all the poor, and some of the gentry too, of the neighborhood for many
miles round, to show their respect for her memory, because she had been such a good and religious
woman; so good indeed that she knew all the Psaltery by heart, aye, and a great part of the Testament
besides. Here little Alice spread her hands. Then I told what a tall, upright, graceful person their
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