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apparently; and, while we imagine some great obstacle is in our way, we have only to go boldly on, and, like the princess in the fairy tale, we shall find the black marble yield to our touch."
And now, in turning over the pages bright with the genius of the gifted one, how do her descriptions of "the river, whose banks are haunted by memory;" of Westminster Abbey,—"the altar of the warrior and the grave of the poet, shedding its own sanctity on the atmosphere,"—bring back that charmed day so vividly associated with her living presence!
