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excite and interest me, as I wait for each number with eagerness.
I wish I could endow you with our long winter weather,--not winter, except such as you find in Sicily.
We live here from November to June, and my husband sits outdoors on the veranda and reads all day. We emigrate in solid family: my two dear daughters, husband, self, and servants come together to spend the winter here, and so together to our Northern home in summer.
My twin daughters relieve me from all domestic care; they are lively, vivacious, with a real genius for practical life.
We have around us a little settlement of neighbors, who like ourselves have a winter home here, and live an easy, undress, picnic kind of life, far from the world and its cares.
Mr. Stowe has been busy on eight volumes of Gorres on the mysticism of the Middle Ages.1 This Gorres was Professor of Philosophy at Munich, and he reviews the whole ground of the shadow-land between the natural and the supernatural,--ecstacy, trance, prophecy, miracles, spiritualism, the stigmata, etc. He was a devout Roman Catholic, and the so-called facts that he reasons on seem to me quite amazing; and yet the possibilities that lie between inert matter and man's living, all-powerful, immortal soul may make almost anything credible.
The soul at times can do anything with matter.
I have been busying myself with Sainte-Beuve's seven volumes on the Port Royal development.
I like him (Sainte-Beuve). His capacity of seeing, doing justice to all kinds of natures and sentiments, is wonderful.
I am sorry he is no longer our side the veil.
There is a redbird (cardinal grosbeak) singing in
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