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Title: The life and letters of Robert Collyer, 1823-1912
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Holmes, John Haynes, 1879-1964
Subjects: Collyer, Robert, 1823-1912
Publisher: New York, Dodd, Mead and company
Contributing Library: Columbia University Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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rs. *He never thrashed mebut once, and that was for striking my sister, andthen he cried, begged my pardon, gave me a six-pence and took me to a grand tuck out at a clubdinner, which was so good that I would havetaken another thrashing for the like. Anothermemory was of his fathers fondness for takinglong walks with the children over the moorlandson Sunday afternoons. A hard-working man allhis days, he died suddenly while he was toilingat his anvil on a blazing July day in 1844. Robert Collyers mother, like his father, wasalso the child of a sailor. This grandsires namewas Thomas Norman, so we may, perhaps, datefrom the Conquest too! His ship went downin a storm with all on board; and his children,like those of the elder Collyer, found their way indue season to the workhouse. The daughter, Harriett, according to all ac-counts, was a remarkable woman. ^ Certainly ^ Dr. Henry W. Bellows, for many years minister of All SoulsChurch in New York, met Dr. Collyer on the street just after his
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My Mother—R. C. From a Photograph of Harriett Collyer taken shortly beforeher death in 187If OF ROBERT COLLYER 9 her eldest son sang her praises early and late inwords which did no less honour to his filial pietythan to her maternal glory. My mother, hewrote, was a woman of such a splendid makeand quality, that I still wonder whether she hadever failed in anything she set out to do. Ibelieve if she had been ordered to take charge ofa 70-gun ship and carry it through a battle, shewould have done it. While in her good heartwere wells of humour blended of laughter andtears, so that when the spirit moved (her) thetears would stream down her face—and a deepabiding tenderness, like that of the saints. While the father was of a dark complexion,the mother was a blonde. My mothers eyeswere blue, blended of grey, and could snap firewhen they must do so and make things boom,while the family nose jutted out well and strong.In a charming lecture entitled My Mother, Dr.Collyer draws a picture o

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