We . . . have been quietly seated at our work . . . only interrupted by little Wentworth's rampant spirits before he went to bed. He spells to me every
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for a time—a Roman Catholic.
Learning, however, that according to the belief of the Church her Protestant mother could not be ultimately ‘saved,’ she, to use her own words, ‘saw the door open and walked out.’
Anna, the self-effacing, domestic sister, outlived most of the others.
The pet of the Higginson family was—naturally —little Tommy as he was then called.
Soon he was only known as Wentworth, and the Storrow was dropped.
Our earliest glimpses of him are found in his mother's diary.
They show how the child foreshadowed the man and also reveal the happy home in which he was reared.
Indeed, we can almost breathe the atmosphere of that home when we read such sentences as these: ‘A large Damask rose bush sends its fragrance into one of our parlour windows and the yellow sweet briar waves its long wreaths into the other. . . . We read and work and walk and play and study German and laugh and talk and then there is nothing but smiles and sunshine to be seen.’
When Wentworth was not quite four, he went to a Dame School kept by a Miss Jennison.
He also went to dancing-school in a private house.
His mother writes:—
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