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Title: Phemie Frost's Experiences

Author: Ann S. Stephens

Release Date: October 13, 2009 [EBook #30245]

Language: English

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Unexpected and alternative spelling, hyphenation, capitalisation
punctuation, possible typographer's errors and omitted words, and
incorrectly numbered chapters and page numbers have been retained as
they appear in the original publication. Where the lead character's
name has been spelt with an OE or oe ligature, the spelling has been
represented as Phoemie or PHOEMIE. Accents on words in the French
language have been removed, and the ae ligature changed to ae.

PHEMIE FROST'S EXPERIENCES.

BY

MRS. ANN S. STEPHENS.

AUTHOR OF "FASHION AND FAMINE," "REJECTED WIFE," "OLD HOMESTEAD," ETC.,
ETC., ETC.

NEW YORK:
_G. W. Carleton & Co., Publishers._
LONDON: S. LOW, SON & CO.
M.DCCC.LXXIV.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874, by
G. W. CARLETON & CO.,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.

Maclauchlan,
Stereotyper and Printer, 56, 58 and 60 Park Street, New York.

To

FRANK LESLIE, ESQ.,

ONE OF THE BEST-TRIED AND MOST VALUED FRIENDS I HAVE,

_THIS VOLUME_,

THE LIGHT AMUSEMENT OF MY LEISURE HOURS,

IS

Respectfully Dedicated.

ANN S. STEPHENS.

ST. CLOUD HOTEL, }
NEW YORK, _March_, 1874. }

PREFACE.

Thistle down, thistle down, cast to the wind
So lightly and wildly, you scarcely can find
A glimpse of it here, or a gleam of it there,
As it trembles, a silvery mist, on the air.

Like the wide thorny leaves whence the mother root threw
Up its crown of rich purple, bejewelled with dew,
These feathery not