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-Afta— At The Southern End Of The Rue D'...
her innate passion for independence and out-door life , these two years of privation were by no means unhappy ones , notwithstanding
the angry reprimands she incurred almost daily from La Mere Catherine , distressed and indignant at the perversity that led her
little pensionnaire to prefer the life and greenery of the ecole _buisson-? iiere to the confined atmosphere and monotonous walls of the Ecole
_JMTutuelle _* " 1 never spent an hour of fine weather in-doors during the whole
of the time we were with La M _£ re Catherine , " I have heard her say , in alluding to her childhood . But this sort of gipsy life could
. not last for ever . Raymond Bonheur married again , took a house in the Faubourg du Roule , brought the three children , home , and
anxiously endeavored to put them in a way to make a future position for themselves . The two boys were placed in a respectable
school , in which their father gave three lessons a week by way of payment ; and Rosa , who could not be got to learn anything out of
a book ? and seemed to have neither taste nor talent for anything but rambling about in the sunshine , but who was growing too old to
with be allowe a sempstress d to continue in order this that purposeless she mig mode ht learn of existence to make , a was living placed 1 by
her needle . Nothing could have been more antipathetic to poor Hosa than
the monotonous employment to which she was thus condemned . The mere act of sitting still on a chair was torture to her active
temperament ; she ran the needle into her fingers at every stitch , and bending over her hated task made her head ache and filled her
with inexpressible weariness and disgust . The husband of the sempstress was a turner , and had his lathe in an adjoining room .
Rosa ' s sole consolation was to slip into this room , and obtain the turner ' s permission to help him work the lathe . If he were absent ,
she would do her utmost to set the latlie in motion by herself ; and more than once did some damage to the turner ' s tools in her eager
desire to produce something in a way so congenial to her own bent . But the stolen pleasures afforded by the lathe were insufficient to
compensate her for the _repidsiveness of her new avocation , and the consciousness—none the less bitter for being vague and unexpressed
— -of the social inferiority of the position to which she was thus condemned ; and whenever her father , with his pockets full of
bonbons , came to see her , and learn how she was getting on , she would throw herself into his arms in a passion of tears , and beseech
him to take her away . Every week her distress became more and more overwhelming ; she lost her appetite and her brilliant color ,
and was evidently falling * ill . Her father was much disappointed at the ill-success of his attempt to make of his wild daughter an
orderly and industrious needlewoman , but he was too fond of her to persevere in an experiment so repugnant to her feelings ; he ,
therefore , broke off the arrangement with the sempstress , and took her home .
English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), June 1, 1858, page 233, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01061858/page/17/