erally, it seems best that I should go through these conflicts alone.
The process will be slower, more irksome, more distressing, but the results will be my own, and I shall feel greater confidence in them.
In the summer of 1835, Margaret found a fresh stimulus to self-culture in the society of Miss Martineau, whom she met while on a visit at Cambridge, in the house of her friend, Mrs. Farrar.
How animating this intercourse then was to her, appears from her journals.
ot continue with us long.
Nothing sustains me now but the thought that God, who saw fit to restore me to life when I was so very willing to leave it,—more so, perhaps, than I shall ever be again,—must have some good work for me to do.
Nov. 3, 1835.—I thought I should be able to write ere now, how our affairs were settled, but that time has not come yet. My father left no will, and, in consequence, our path is hedged in by many petty difficulties.
He has left less property than we had antic<
sa connoissance, j'ignorais que ce fut une femme remarquable.
Extract from a letter from Madame Arconati to R W. Emerson,
I became acquainted with Margaret in 1835.
Perhaps it was a year earlier that Henry Hedge, who had long been her friend, told me of her genius and studies, and loaned me her manuscript translation of Goetth her at Cambridge, and who, finding Margaret's fancy for seeing me, took a generous interest in bringing us together.
I remember, during a week in the winter of 1835-6, in which Miss Martineau was my guest, she returned again and again to the topic of Margaret's excelling genius and conversation, and enjoined it on me to seek helling party, made up by Mrs. Farrar, and which turned out to be the beginning of much happiness by the friendships then formed, Margaret visited, in the summer of 1835, Newport, New York, and Trenton Falls; and, in the autumn, made the acquaintance, at Mrs. F.'s house, of Miss Martineau, whose friendship, at that moment, was an i