Excerpt from Home, Sweet Home: A Novel<br><br>A large, old-fashioned, rambling white house, with red-tiled roof, standing high up on the side of a steep green hill a back ground of dark fir-trees crowning that hill, belts of plantation running down to a split oak fence 5 a long broad strip of com mon-land, the turf smooth and close as velvet a narrow sandy country road - made up a landscape on which I gazed day after lay, and year after year, from the windows of our cottage, till it became photographed on my brain, a very part and parcel of my memory.<br><br>It is not often people begin a story by telling what their eyes beheld 3 but I am compelled to do so, since that house and those trees, the green hillside, the sward across which lay broad shadows and broader patches of sunshine, always pass before my mind's eye when I sit down in the twilight and think about those early days Which are now a portion of the long ago.<br><br>My own home plays a very small part in the programme memory recalls when compared with that large white house, and the fir plantations reflected dark and grim against the horizon.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.