pt her to a full expression; that she felt a power to enrich her thought with such wealth and variety of embellishment as would, no doubt, be tedious to such as she conversed with.
Her impatience she expressed as she could.
I feel within myself, she said,
an immense force, but I cannot bring it out. It may sound like a joke, but I do feel something corresponding to that tale of the Destinies falling in love with Hermes.
In her journal, in the summer of 1844, she writes:—
Mrs. Ware talked with me about education,—wilful education,—in which she is trying to get interested.
I talk with a Goethean moderation on this subject, which rather surprises her and , who are nearer the entrance of the studio.
I am really old on this subject.
In near eight years experience, I have learned as much as others would in eighty, from my great talent at explanation, tact in the use of means, and immediate and invariable power over the minds of my pupils.
My wish has been, to purify <