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dress children for many years in love and faithfulness ; but she can do more besides, sometimes. She can tell them stories and teach them, and in a thousand ways call out their powers. No one expects this in a nurse, because they cannot get it ; but once give it them, and you raise your position, probably in their eyes, at any rate in our Father's. We are not half ambitious enough ; we struggle for little honours, seldom for the far more difficult and far nobler ones. . . . With most affectionate wishes for your future, dear, and love to Sarah and yourself, and in remembrance of old days, I am

Ever your loving friend,

Octavia Hill.

I don't know when I felt so proudly pleased as when I gathered that you were trying to be cheerful and useful in your present work.

Godmanchester,

October 15th, 1859.

To Emily.

Here I am, all safe and well. This is the loveliest, dearest old house. I never was in such a one before. Miss Baumgartner met me at the station, and we walked here. The house stands in a long old street, almost opposite the church. It is (the house is) old red brick, not very pretty, but quite old. The dining room is like a grand old hall ; the staircase, which is in the centre of the house, faces it, and is separated from it by three Gothic doors ; low steps, broad banisters, and a kind of gallery landing make it feel quite ancient ; the hall is hung with old pictures. The garden is not large, it consists of a glorious lawn