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98 der wire, no less than from the deep-sounding harp-string. Some of her friends had little to give her when compared with others; but I never noticed that she sacrificed in any respect the smaller faculty to the greater. She fully realized that the Divine Being makes each part of this creation divine, and that He dwells in the blade of grass as really if not as fully as in the majestic oak which has braved the storm for a hundred years. She felt in full the thought of a poem which she once copied for me from Barry Cornwall, which begins thus:—

I will close this section of Cambridge Friendship, with the following letter, written in 1839, but referring to this early period:

‘Your letter was of cordial sweetness to me, as is ever the thought of our friendship, — that sober-suited friendship, of which the web was so deliberately and well woven, and which wears so well.

‘I want words to express the singularity of all my past relations; yet let me try.

‘From a very early age I have felt that I was not born to the common womanly lot. I knew I should never find a being who could keep the key of my character; that there would be none on whom I could