{"id":738,"date":"2022-01-09T14:20:40","date_gmt":"2022-01-09T14:20:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/?page_id=738"},"modified":"2022-01-09T15:59:58","modified_gmt":"2022-01-09T15:59:58","slug":"lillian-stewart","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/lillian-stewart\/","title":{"rendered":"Lillian Stewart"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was the daughter of <a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/lambert-hutchins\/\">Lambert Hutchins<\/a>,<br \/>\nBorn in a cottage near the grist-mill,<br \/>\nReared in the mansion there on the hill,<br \/>\nWith its spires, bay-windows, and roof of slate.<br \/>\nHow proud my mother was of the mansion<br \/>\nHow proud of father\u2019s rise in the world!<br \/>\nAnd how my father loved and watched us,<br \/>\nAnd guarded our happiness.<br \/>\nBut I believe the house was a curse,<br \/>\nFor father\u2019s fortune was little beside it;<br \/>\nAnd when my husband found he had married<br \/>\nA girl who was really poor,<br \/>\nHe taunted me with the spires,<br \/>\nAnd called the house a fraud on the world,<br \/>\nA treacherous lure to young men, raising hopes<br \/>\nOf a dowry not to be had;<br \/>\nAnd a man while selling his vote<br \/>\nShould get enough from the people\u2019s betrayal<br \/>\nTo wall the whole of his family in.<br \/>\nHe vexed my life till I went back home<br \/>\nAnd lived like an old maid till I died,<br \/>\nKeeping house for father.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/lambert-hutchins\/\">Previous: Lambert Hutchins<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/hortense-robbins\/\">Next: Hortense Robbins<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was the daughter of Lambert Hutchins, Born in a cottage near the grist-mill, Reared in the mansion there on the hill, With its spires, bay-windows, and roof of slate. How proud my mother was of the mansion How proud of father\u2019s rise in the world! And how my father loved and watched us, And [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":68,"menu_order":142,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[130,127,35],"class_list":["post-738","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","tag-dowry","tag-lambert-hutchins","tag-marriage"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/738","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=738"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/738\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":844,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/738\/revisions\/844"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/68"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=738"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=738"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=738"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}