such an eastern scene. So I looked at Chance, who was jumping about in the tank, trying to catch a gold-coloured frog, and I thought that he and ourselves were much alike. We are living in a marsh catching gold frogs, and then I thought how pleasant it would be if you would just come and sit down and talk over Mrs. Hemans with me. I actually put marks for the particular sentence we should talk over, or that I should like to send to you.
Look on me thus, when hollow praise
Hath made the weary pine
For one true tone of other days,
One glance of love like thine!
In vain! in vain!
Those lines take my fancy prodigiously. It is so stupid not to have written them first, and I want your ‘true tones’ dreadfully.
‘If my sister were near me now, I should lay my head down upon her shoulder and cry like a tired child. The time of year makes one so long for the far-away.’
‘I am reconciling myself to many things in my changed situation, which at first pressed upon my heart with all the weight of a
