First Page of Text in the 1853 T. Nelson & Sons "Nelson's Library for Travellers and the Fireside" Reprint
THE WIDE, WIDE WORLD.
Enjoy the spring of love and youth,
To some good angel leave the rest,
For time will teach thee soon the truth
"There are no birds in last year's nest,"
Mamma, what was that I heard papa saying to you this morning about his lawsuit?”
“I cannot tell you just now. Ellen, pick up that shawl, and spread it Over me.”
•• Mamma!—are you cold in this warm room?”
“ A little—there, that will do. Now, my daughter, let me be quiet a while—don't disturb me.”
There was no one else in the room. Driven thus to her own resources, Ellen betook herself to the window and sought amusement there. The prospect without gave little promise of it. Kain was falling, and made the street and everything in it look dull and gloomy. The foot-passengers plashed through the water, and the horses and carriages plashed through the mud; gaiety had forsaken the side-walks, and equipages were few, and the people that were out were plainly there only because they could not help it. But yet Ellen, having seriously set herself to study everything that passed, presently became engaged iu her occupation; and her thoughts travelling dreamily from one thing to another, she sat for a long time with her little face pressed against the window-frame, perfectly regardless of all but the moving world without.
Daylight gradually faded away, and the street wore a more and more gloomy aspect. The rain poured, and now only an occasional carriage or footstep disturbed the sound of its steady pattering. Yet still Ellen sat with her face glued to the window as if spell-bound, gazing out at every dusky form that passed, as though it had some strange interest for her. At length, in the distance, light after light began to appear; presently Ellen could see the dim figure of the lamplighter crossing the street, from side to side, with his ladder; then be drew near enough for her to watch him as he hooked his ladder on the lamp-irons, ran up and lit the lamp, then shouldered the ladder and marched off quick, the light glancing on had wet oil-skin hat, rough great-coat old lantern, and on the pavement
Wetherell, Elizabeth [Susan Warner]. The Wide, Wide World. Reprint, Nelson’s Library for Travellers and the Fireside. London: T. Nelson & Sons, 1853.