inclined and secured to her side by the good sense and the heroism which Margaret disclosed, perhaps not a little by the sufferings which she addressed herself to alleviate, as long as Margaret lived. Margaret had a courage in her address which it was not easy to resist. She called all her friends by their Christian names. In their early intercourse I suppose this lady’s billets were more punctiliously worded than Margaret liked; so she subscribed herself, in reply, ‘Your affectionate “Miss Fuller.”’ When the difficulties were at length surmounted, and the conditions ascertained on which two admirable persons could live together, the best understanding grew up, and subsisted during her life. In her journal is a note: —
‘Passed the morning in Sleepy Hollow, with ——.
What fine, just distinctions she made! Worlds grew
clearer as we talked. I grieve to see her fine frame
subject to such rude discipline. But she truly said,
“I am not a failed experiment; for, in the bad hours, I
do not forget what I thought in the better.”’
None interested her more at that time, and for many
years after, than a youth with whom she had been
acquainted in Cambridge before he left the University,
and the unfolding of whose powers she had watched
with the warmest sympathy. He was an amateur, and,
but for the exactions not to be resisted of an American,
that is to say, of a commercial, career, — his acceptance
of which she never ceased to regard as an apostasy,
— himself a high artist. He was her companion, and,
though much younger, her guide in the study of art.
With him she examined, leaf by leaf, the designs of
