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Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
Rose Hawthorne Lathrop (1851–1926) was an American writer, the daughter of famed novelist Nathaniel Hawthorne. She began her literary career by writing poetry and short stories, publishing works like "Along the Shore" (1888) and "Memories of Hawthorne" (1897), a memoir about her father. Later in life, Rose shifted her focus to charitable work, becoming a Roman Catholic nun and founding the Dominican Sisters of Hawthorne, dedicated to caring for impoverished cancer patients. Her transformation from a writer to a humanitarian and religious leader remains a notable part of her legacy.
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CHAPTER I THE HAWTHORNES AND THE PEABODYS To my lot have fallen sundry letters of my mother's, received in youth by her sisters and friends, and by her husband and others in later life. I have often read over these magic little pictures of old days, and each time have felt less inclined to let them remain silently in the family. The letters are full of sunshine, which is not even yet in the least...
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INLET AND SHORE. Here is a world of changing glow, Where moods roll swiftly far and wide; Waves sadder than a funeral's pride,Or bluer than the harebell's blow! The sunlight makes the black hulls cast A firefly radiance down the deep; The inlet gleams, the long clouds sweep,The sails flit up, the sails drop past. The far sea-line is hushed and still; The nearer sea has life and...
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