Sleeping Fires: a Novel
SLEEPING FIRES I There was no Burlingame in the Sixties, the Western Addition was a desert of sand dunes and the goats gambolled through the rocky gulches of Nob Hill. But San Francisco had its Rincon Hill and South Park, Howard and Fulsom and Harrison Streets, coldly aloof from the tumultuous hot heart of the City north of Market Street. In this residence section the sidewalks were also wooden and uneven and the streets muddy in winter and dusty in summer, but the houses, some of which had "come round the Horn," were large, simple, and stately. Those on the three long streets had deep gardens before them, with willow trees and oaks above the flower beds, quaint ugly statues, and fountains that were sometimes dry. The narrower houses of South Park crowded one another about the oval enclosure and their
Almighty and most merciful God, who in Thy infinite goodness hast
committed us unto the charge of loving parents, who are to watch over us
and provide for all our wants of body and soul, we pray Thee, protect
and prolong their life, that we may continue to enjoy their loving care,
and strengthen us that as obedient children we may be subject to their
will and hold them in love and esteem; through Jesus Christ, our Lord
Amen.
For the Teacher.
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Dear Father in heaven, who in Thy goodness hast given us teachers that
they may instruct and train us in all useful knowledge, we pray Thee,
bless them with strength and patience so to guide our feeble footsteps
that, being warned, nurtured, comforted, and strengthened, we may do all
things well-pleasing to Thee and profitable to us; through Jesus Christ,
our Lord. Amen.
For the Pastor.
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SLEEPING FIRES I There was no Burlingame in the Sixties, the Western Addition was a desert of sand dunes and the goats gambolled through the rocky gulches of Nob Hill. But San Francisco had its Rincon Hill and South Park, Howard and Fulsom and Harrison Streets, coldly aloof from the tumultuous hot heart of the City north of Market Street. In this residence section the sidewalks were also wooden and uneven and the streets muddy in winter and dusty in summer, but the houses, some of which had "come round the Horn," were large, simple, and stately. Those on the three long streets had deep gardens before them, with willow trees and oaks above the flower beds, quaint ugly statues, and fountains that were sometimes dry. The narrower houses of South Park crowded one another about the oval enclosure and their