Friday, October 4, 2013

Flowers and Trees in "Anne of Green Gables" Ch. 6-11

Ch. 6:
fractious - (typical of children) irritable and quarrelsome
Yes, I suppose I might as well take her off your hands, Miss Cuthbert. The baby's awful fractious, and I'm clean worn out attending to him. If you like I can take her right home now.
~ Mrs. Blewett 

Ch. 7:
Marilla says to herself that she must find her old Peep of Day series for Anne to study.

Matthew Cuthbert, it's about time somebody adopted that child and taught her something. She's next door to a perfect heathen. Will you believe that she never said a prayer in her life till tonight? I'll send her to the manse tomorrow and borrow the Peep of the Day series, that's what I'll do. And she shall go to Sunday-school just as soon as I can get some suitable clothes made for her. I foresee that I shall have my hands full. Well, well, we can't get through this world without our share of trouble. I've had a pretty easy life of it so far, but my time has come at last and I suppose I'll just have to make the best of it. ~ Marilla

Ch. 8:
Somehow, things never are so good when they're thought out a second time...have you ever noticed that? ~ Anne
Ch. 9:
coppice-a thicket or grove of small trees or shrubs


Oldest Maple in Canada
 Mountain Ash
Helpful identification site
Mountain Ash in winter
 Water Fern


Ch. 10:
obdurate - stubbornly refusing to change one's opinion or course of action
Breakfast, dinner, and supper were very silent meals—for Anne still remained obdurate.
White Narcissi

Ch. 11:
But I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself. ~ Anne

Then all the other little girls recited a paraphrase. She asked me if I knew any. I told her I didn't, but I could recite, 'The Dog at His Master's Grave' if she liked. That's in the Third Royal Reader. It isn't a really truly religious piece of poetry, but it's so sad and melancholy that it might as well be. ~ Anne
Spoiler: Sad Poem
The Dog at His Master’s Grave
by Mrs. Sigourney    
"He will not come" said the gentle child,
And she patted the poor dog's head.
And pleasantly called him, and fondly smiled,
But he heeded her not, in his anguish wild,
Nor arose from his lowly bed.

'Twas his master's grave, where he chose to rest,
He guarded it night and day
The love that glowed in his grateful breast,
For the friend that had fed, controlled, caressed,
Might never fade away.
And when the long grass rustled near,
Beneath some traveller's tread,
He started up with a quivering ear,
For he thought 'twas the step of that master dear,
Returning from the dead.

And sometimes, when a storm drew nigh,
And the clouds were dark and fleet,
He tore the turf with a mournful cry,
As if he would force his way, or die,
To his much loved master's feet.

So, there through the summer's heat he lay,
Till autumn nights were bleak;
Till his eye grew dim with his hope's decay,
And he pined, and pined, and wasted away.
A skeleton gaunt and weak.

And pitying children often brought
Their offerings of meat and bread,
And to coax him away to their homes they sought,
But his buried friend he ne'er forgot,
Nor strayed from his lonely bed.

Cold winter came with an angry sway,
And the snow lay deep and sore;
And his moaning grew fainter day by day,
Till there on the spot where his master lay,
He fell, to rise no more.

And when he struggled with mortal pain,
And death was by his side,
With one loud cry that shook the plain,
He called for his master, but all in vain,
Then stretched himself and died.
 I sat just as still as I could and the text was Revelations, third chapter, second and third verses. It was a very long text. If I was a minister I'd pick the short, snappy ones. ~ Anne
Revelations 3:2-3
"Awake, and strengthen what remains and is on the point of death, for I have not found your works perfect in the sight of God. Remember then what youi received and heard; keep that, and repent. If you will not awake, I will come like a thief, and you will not know at what hour I will come upon you."
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