Black Beauty [antikvár]

APPRECIATION AND LIFE OF AUTHOR He liveth best who loveth best All creatures great and small, For the good God who loveth us, He made them first of all.—Coleridge The year of Grace one thousand eight hundred and twenty was a year fraught with many important events, but little did those who passed beneath the shadows of the old church in Yarmouth know that the faint sun of a wind-swept March day was ushering into the world a girl-child whose pen was one day to be used to her own fame and to the generous service of promoting kindness to that noble animal, the horse. In that little house beneath trees that were already dreaming towards the Spring, within hearing of the bells of the Church of St. Nicholas, on this thirtieth day of March, Anna Sewell, the author of " Black Beauty," was born. There was no silver spoon in the tiny Anna's mouth, for things were not going too well with her father, Isaac Sewell. Whilst he rejoiced in this acquisition to his