Lydia Little Sampler, 1831
My flesh shall number in the ground / Till the last trumpets joyful round / Then burst the chains with sweet surprise / And in my saviours image rife (excerpt from Psalm 17 of Isaac Watts)
Come let us now forget our mirth / And think that we must die / What are our best delights on earth / Compared with those on high (verse from Jane Taylor)
Wrought by Lydia Little in the year 1831 in the 12 year of her age. E.H.D. instructress
Worked in 7 colors of silk thread on linen, Lydia's sampler includes two rows uppercase, one row lowercase, one row uppercase cursive, and one row of large uppercase from A - J. Followed by a register of two separate verses, with insert of numerals. The bottom register features an animated display of basket, bird, and botanicals.
Come, Let Us Now Forget Our Mirth: Jane Taylor was born at London, Sept. 23, 1783. Her gift in writing verse displayed itself at an early age. Her first piece was printed in the Minor's Pocket Book for 1804.
DATE:
1831
SIZE:
17.5" x 15.25"
CONDITION:
No ground loss. Thread loss in bottom panel of botanicals. Not conservation mounted.