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Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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hean artist, and she was twenty when Perry met her.had been spending a month in Maine, on an island asrming as it was cheap. Rosalie was there with ait-aunt and uncle. She was painting the sea on thethat Perry first saw her, and she wore a jade-greenck. Her hair was red, drawn back rather tightly fromforehead, but breaking into waves over her ears,h the red of her cheeks and the red of her lips she hadething of the look of Lorenzo Lottos lovely ladies,;pt for a certain sharp slenderness, a slenderness whiche, I was to learn later, from an utter indifference to thema of appetite. She was one of those who sell bread tohyacinths. speak of this here because Rosalies almost asceticfference to material matters, in direct contrast to•ys vivid enjoyment of the good things of life, came toB a tragic significance in later days. Perry loved aTn hearth in winter, a cool porch in summer. He hadSoutherners epicurean appreciation of the fine art ofIting. The groaning board had been his inheritance
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/ Went to See Her Once a Week. It Seemed theOnly Thing to Do from a rollicking, rackety set of English ancestors, to whomdining was a rather splendid ceremony. On his motherstable had been fish and game from Chesapeake, fruits andvegetables in season and out—roast lamb when pricessoared high in the spring, strawberries as soon as theycame up from Florida. There had always been money forthese in the Cunningham exchequer, when there had beenmoney for nothing else. Rosalie, on the other hand, ate an orange in the morn-ing, a square of toast at noon, a chop and perhaps a saladfor dinner. One felt that she might have fared equallywell on dew and nectar. She had absolutely no interest inwhat was set before her, and after she married Perry thisattitude of mind remained unchanged. She was a wretched cook, and made no effort to acquireexpertness. She and Perry lived in a small but well-builtbungalow some miles out from town, and they could notafford a maid. When I dined with them I made up a

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