dear-loved home. Amidst all the parade of wealth, in the splendid apartments of luxury, I can assure you, my dearest mother, that I had rather be with you in our own lowly home than in the midst of all this ceremony."
"O mamma, I like Mrs. Willard. 'And so this is my girl, Mrs. Schuyler?' said she,and took me affectionately by the hand. O, I want to see you so much! But I must not think of it now. I must learn as fast as I can, and think only of my studies. Dear, dear little Margaret! kiss her and the little boys for me. How is dear father getting on in this rattling world?"
The letters that followed were tinged with melancholy from her "bosom's depth," and her mother has withheld them. In a subsequent one she says, "I have written two long letters; but I wrote when I was ill, and they savor too much of sadness. I feel a little better now, and have again commenced my studies. Mr. K. called here to-day. O, he is very good! He stayed some time, and brought a great many books; but I fear I shall have little time to read aught but what appertains to my studies. I am consulting Kames's 'Elements of Criticism,' studying French, attending to geological lectures, composition, reading, paying some little attention to painting, and learning to dance."
A subsequent letter indicated great unhappiness and debility; and awakened her mother's apprehensions. The next was written: more cheerfully. "As I fly to you," she says, "for consolation in all my sorrows, so I turn to you, my dear mother, to participate in all my joys. The clouds that enveloped my mind have dispersed, and I turn to you with a far lighter heart than
