w of life, made up her biography.
Accordingly, these topics will constitute the substance of this chapter, though sometimes, in order to give completeness to a subject, we may anticipate a little, and insert passages from the letters and journals of her Groton life.
Friendly love perfecteth mankind. Bacon.
To have found favor in thy sight Will still remain A river of thought, that full of light Divides the plain. Milnes.
Cui potest vita esse vitalis, (ut ait Ennius,) quae non in amici mutata benevolentia requiescat?
It was while living at Cambridge that Margaret commenced several of those friendships which lasted through her life, and which were the channels for so large a part of her spiritual activity.
In giving some account of her in these relations, there is only the alternative of a prudent reserve which omits whatever is liable to be misunderstood, or a frank utterance which confides in the good sense and right feeling of the reader.
is brows are tense and damp with the dews of thought.
In that head you see the great future, careless of the black and white stones; and even when you turn to the voluptuous beauty of the mouth, the impression remains so strong, that Russia's snows, and mountains of the slain, seem the tragedy that must naturally follow the appearance of such an actor.
You turn from him, feeling that he is a product not of the day, but of the ages, and that the ages must judge him.
Near him is a head of Ennius, very intellectual; selfcentred and self-fed; but wrung and gnawed by unceasing thoughts.
Yet, even near the Ennius and Napoleon, our American men look worthy to be perpetuated in marble or bronze, if it were only for their air of calm, unpretending sagacity.
If the young American were to walk up an avenue lined with such effigies, he might not feel called to such greatness as the strong Roman wrinkles tell of, but he must feel that he could not live an idle life, and should nerve himsel