Chevalier Howe met with better fortune.
He waited long and to good purpose.
It was fitting that such a man should marry a poetess; and he found her, not in her rose-garden or some romantic sylvan retreat, but in the city of New York. Miss Julia Ward was the daughter, as she once styled herself, of the Bank of Commerce, but her mind was not bent on money or a fashionable life.
She was graceful, witty and charming in the drawing-room; but there was also a serious vein in her nature whichion than for her favorite authors.
Above all, the deep religious vein in her nature, which never left her, served as a balance to her romantic disposition.
Her first admirer is said to have been an eloquent preacher who came to New York while Miss Ward was in her teens.
Another man might have crossed Julia Ward's path and only have remembered her as a Summer friend.
Doctor Howe recognized the opportunity, and had no intention of letting it slip.
His reputation and exceptional character a