mind full of the Revolution of 1848 in France
, added, “Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite!”
On April 18 she writes: “My boy will be seven weeks old to-morrow, and . . . such a darling little child was never seen in this world before .... I shall have some fears lest his temperament partake of the melancholy which oppressed me during the period of his creation
, but so far he is so placid and gentle, that we call him the little saint. ... I have seen little of the world since his birth, and thought still less.
I shall try to pursue my studies as I have through this last year, for I am good for nothing without them.
I will rather give up the world and cut out Beacon Street, but an hour or two for the cultivation of my poor little soul I must and will have... .”