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I do not know into what gulfs I might not have drifted. An organization which in my youth was all coined of passion and fire; quick, ardent, enthusiastic, proud, precipitant, defiant - and lifted suddenly from the scents of hovels to the wondrous odors of aristocratic halls - now I think of it all it seems marvellous strange. To be sure the time came - as was inevitable - when I found out that I was not in my right place, when out of my hurt pride I overturned scornfully the steps whereon I stood, going back to those for whom the fibres of my heart beat; - but I shall always count myself favored beyond ten thousand in that, when my nature was most susceptible of lasting impressions. My idea of womanhood was formed from such models of womanly tenderness, and purity, and grace. And now - altogether worthy to be classed with these - come yourself and "Marian" to illustrate the universality of truth and goodness, and to show how in all lands alike, the dear God came down from His heavens to crown the brows that are worthy. Why, am not I blessed in my friendships? About Tennyson, and his conceptions. What a wonderful love-song is that garden song in "Maud." and that certain subdivision: "I have led her home, my love, my only friend!" It - like certain - nay all- of her sonnets from the Portugese, and the closing passages of Aurora Leigh - is the very quintessence of