"Even I," says another who knew her but slightly, "loved and valued the sweet, pure, noble soul of her from whom you are now parted." And one who had not seen her for several years wrote, "I hear her tones constantly, those tones of an exquisite sympathy, and I feel that she is not dead."
The editor of the "Journal of Education" says, "I recall your sister as a kind of spirit who looked down on all our fret and fume and turmoil as from a higher sphere, ready to aid and sympathise, but without any personal stake in the struggle." A literary clerical friend speaks of her "bright talk, her sweet countenance, and her enthusiastic interest in all that was lovely and true." And in a private letter, Mr. Frederic Harrison, whose critical estimate follows this Memoir, speaks of "the many graces of her beautiful nature."
At all times of her life she liked to be a good deal alone, and when her sister left her for months together, always urged that she wanted no company. "I can always read, think, and dream," she said.
Thus charming and beloved, though she was
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