{"product_id":"frozen-charlotte","title":"Frozen charlotte","description":"\u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eYoung Charlotte\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eYoung Charlotte lived by the mountainside in a cold and dreary spot\u003cbr\u003eNo other dwelling for miles around, except her father’s cot\u003cbr\u003eAnd yet, on many a winter’s eve, young swains would gather there\u003cbr\u003eFor her father kept a social board and she was very fair\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003cem\u003eHer father loved to see her dressed prim as a city belle\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eShe was the only child he had and he loved his daughter well\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eIn a village some fifteen miles off there’s a merry ball tonight\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eThough the driving wind is cold as death their hearts were free and light\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eAnd yet how beams those sparkling eyes as the well-known sound she hears\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eAnd dashing up to her father’s door, young Charles and his sleigh appears\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003e“Oh, daughter dear”, her mother says, “Those blankets round you fold\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eFor it is a dreadful night to ride and you`ll catch your death of cold”\u003c\/em\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003cem\u003e“Oh nay, oh nay”, young Charlotte said, and she laughed like a gypsy queen\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003e“To ride with blankets muffled up one never would be seen”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eHer gloves and bonnet being on, she stepped into the sleigh\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eAnd away they rode by the mountain side and it’s o’er the hills and away\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eThere’s music in those merry bells as o’er the hills we go\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eWhat a creaking noise those runners make as they strike the frozen snow\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eAnd muffled faces silent are as the first five miles are passed\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eWhen Charles with few and shivering words the silence broke at last\u003c\/em\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003cem\u003e“What a dreadful night it is to ride. My lines I scarce can hold”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eWhen she replied in a feeble voice, “I am extremely cold”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eCharles cracked his whip and urged his team far faster than before\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eUntil at length five other miles in silence were passed o’er\u003c\/em\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003cem\u003e“Charlotte, how fast the freezing ice is gathering on my brow”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eWhen she replied in a feeble voice, “I’m getting warmer now”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eAnd away they ride by the mountain side beneath the cold starlight\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eUntil at length the village inn and the ballroom are in sight\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eWhen they drove up, Charles he got out and offered her his hand\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003e“Why sit you there like a monument that hath no power to stand?”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eHe asked her once, he asked her twice but she answered not a word\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eHe offered her his hand again, but still she never stirred\u003c\/em\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eHe took her hand into his own, twas cold as any stone\u003cbr\u003eHe tore the veil from off her face and the cold stars on her shone\u003cbr\u003eAnd quick into the lighted hall her lifeless form he bore\u003cbr\u003eFair Charlotte was a frozen corpse and a word she ne’er spoke more\u003cbr\u003eHe took her back into the sleigh and quickly hurried home\u003cbr\u003eAnd when he came to her father’s door oh how her parents moaned\u003cbr\u003eThey mourned the loss of their daughter dear while Charles wept o’er their gloom\u003cbr\u003eUntil at length, Charles died of grief and they both lay in one tomb\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e“\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Fair_Charlotte\"\u003eFair Charlotte\u003c\/a\u003e“, which was based on an 1843 poem penned by Maine journalist, Seba Smith, entitled, “A Corpse Going to a Ball.”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eThese dolls are small and made purely of wax. The difference is, I sent out a call into the spirit world for any spirit that may have died in such a manner to inhabit the dolls. You will get frozen charlotte and Charles. Both in the same coffin.  It's Macabre to say the least, but it makes for an interesting time.  the faces you see will have bodies and lay in a coffin. \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch3\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e","brand":"secretsensations","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":12461699460,"sku":"","price":95.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0954\/6522\/products\/IMG_20151203_115352_1_1_30c02033-2856-4005-9ab1-1d47379147cc.jpg?v=1450193314","url":"http:\/\/www.secretsensations.org\/products\/frozen-charlotte","provider":"secretsensations","version":"1.0","type":"link"}