tailieunhanh - Sách: Autobiographical Sketches

I am so often asked for references to some pamphlet or journal in which may be found some outline of my life, and the enquiries are so often couched in terms of such real kindness, that I have resolved to pen a few brief autobiographical sketches, which may avail to satisfy friendly questioners, and to serve, in some measure, as defence against unfair attack. | Autobiographical Sketches 1 Autobiographical Sketches The Project Gutenberg EBook of Autobiographical Sketches by Annie Besant This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title Autobiographical Sketches Author Annie Besant Release Date February 29 2004 EBook 11376 Language English Character set encoding ISO-8859-1 START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES Produced by Jonathan Ingram Richard Prairie and PG Distributed Proofreaders AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES. BY ANNIE BESANT 1885. AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES. I am so often asked for references to some pamphlet or journal in which may be found some outline of my life and the enquiries are so often couched in terms of such real kindness that I have resolved to pen a few brief autobiographical sketches which may avail to satisfy friendly questioners and to serve in some measure as defence against unfair attack. I. On October 1st 1847 I made my appearance in this vale of tears little Pheasantina as I was irreverently called by a giddy aunt a pet sister of my mother s. Just at that time my father and mother were staying within the boundaries of the City of London so that I was born well within the sound of Bow bells . Though born in London however full three quarters of my blood are Irish. My dear mother was a Morris--the spelling of the name having been changed from Maurice some five generations back--and I have often heard her tell a quaint story illustrative of that family pride which is so common a feature of a decayed Irish family. She was one of a large family and her father and mother gay handsome and extravagant had wasted merrily what remained to them of patrimony. I can remember her father well for I was fourteen years of age when he died. A bent old man with hair like driven snow splendidly .