The clock is running. Make the most of today. Time waits for no man. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present. — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
The grape Hyacinth is the favorite spring flower of my garden - but no! I though a minute ago the Scilla was! and what… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
In the early days of the New England colonies, no more embarrassing or hampering condition, no greater temporal ill, could befall any adult Puritan… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
It is plainly evident that, in a country where land was to be had for the asking, fuel for the cutting, corn for the… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
By the year 1670, wooden chimneys and log houses of the Plymouth and Bay colonies were replaced by more sightly houses of two stories,… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
In the seventeenth century, the science of medicine had not wholly cut asunder from astrology and necromancy; and the trusting Christian still believed in… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
The seventeenth-century baby slept, as his nineteenth-century descendant does, in a cradle. Nothing could be prettier than the old cradles that have survived successive… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
One of the earliest institutions in every New England community was a pair of stocks. The first public building was a meeting-house, but often… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
The brank, or scold's bridle, was unknown in America in its English shape: though from colonial records we learn that scolding women were far… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
It is easy to gain a definite notion of the furnishing of colonial houses from a contemporary and reliable source - the inventories of… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
It is heartrending to read the entries in many an old family Bible - the records of suffering, distress, and blasted hopes. — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
The clock is running. Make the most of today. Time waits for no man. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
Our Puritan forefathers, though bitterly denouncing all forms and ceremonies, were great respecters of persons; and in nothing was the regard for wealth and… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
We should have scant notion of the gardens of these New England colonists in the seventeenth century were it not for a cheerful traveller… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
There is something inexpressibly sad in the thought of the children who crossed the ocean with the Pilgrims and the fathers of Jamestown, New… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
When the first settlers landed on American shores, the difficulties in finding or making shelter must have seemed ironical as well as almost unbearable. — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
