The Vicar's Daughter George MacDonald Author
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I think that is the way my father would begin. My name is Ethelwyn Percivale, and used to be Ethelwyn Walton. I always put the Walton in between when I write to my father; for I think it is quite enough to have to leave father and mother behind for a husband, without leaving their name behind you also. I am fond of lumber-rooms, and in some houses consider them far the most interesting spots; but I don't choose that my old name should lie about in the one at home.I am much afraid of writing nonsense; but my father tells me that to see things in print is a great help to recognizing whether they are nonsense or not. And he tells me, too, that his friend the publisher, who,-but I will speak of him presently,-his friend the publisher is not like any other publisher he ever met with before; for he never grumbles at any alterations writers choose to make,-at least he never says any thing, although it costs a great deal to shift the types again after they are once set up. The other part of my excuse for attempting to write lies simply in telling how it came about.Ten days ago, my father came up from Marshmallows to pay us a visit. He is with us now, but we don't see much of him all day; for he is generally out with a friend of his in the east end, the parson of one of the poorest parishes in London,-who thanks God that he wasn't the nephew of any bishop to be put into a good living, for he learns more about the ways of God from having to do with plain, yes, vulgar human nature, than the thickness of the varnish would ever have permitted him to discover in what are called the higher orders of society. Yet I must say, that, amongst those I have recognized as nearest, the sacred communism of the early church-a phrase of my father's-are two or three people of rank and wealth, whose names are written in heaven, and need not be set down in my poor story.A few days ago, then, my father, coming home to dinner, brought with him the publisher of the two books called, The Annals of a Quiet Neighborhood, and The Seaboard Parish. The first of these had lain by him for some years before my father could publish it; and then he remodelled it a little for the magazine in which it came 6out, a portion at a time. The second was written at the request of Mr.

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