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and to those who do not reflect much on what is offered to their belief, you will do great good by showing how spiritual food is adulterated.
The Bread from Heaven is in the same case as baker's bread.
I feel that one perusal is not enough.
It is a “mine,” to use your own simile.
If there is truth in what I heard Lord Byron say, that works of fiction lived only by the amount of truth which they contained, your story is sure of long life ....
I know now, more than before, how to value communion with you.
With kind regards to your family, Yours affectionately, A. T. Noel Byron.
From this pleasant abiding-place Mrs. Stowe writes to her husband:--
Dunrobin Castle, September 15, 1856.
My dear husband,--Everything here is like a fairy story.
The place is beautiful!
It is the most perfect combination of architectural and poetic romance, with home comfort.
The people, too, are charming.
We have here Mr. Labouchere, a cabinet minister, and Lady Mary his wife,--I like him very much, and her, too,--Kingsley's brother, a very entertaining man, and tomorrow Lord Ellsmere is expected.
I wish you could be here, for I am sure you would like it. Life is so quiet and sincere and friendly, that you would feel more as if you had come at the hearts of these people than in London.
The Sutherland estate looks like a garden.
We stopped at the town of Frain, four miles before we 