mental diversion, but for a purpose, and that the lifting up of her fellow-man, the directing of human thought forward, as far as it lies within her power, and onward to those idealistic spheres where lofty souls find solace and assuagement, and where the coarse and uncanny seldom confront. In ideas and thought she is original, in treatment and application much so, and in order to present in their most invulnerable guise the children of her pen's creation she does not hesitate to waive those literary rules that intellectual inconsequentials shudder to violate and mediocrity pays abject court to. Being a most womanly woman, she is, however, the possessor of a dual intellectual composition, in that she reflects the grasp of the best masculine minds on the one hand, and all the sympathy of touch and deftness of treatment of gentle woman on the other. A remarkable growing woman, an honor to her race and her sex, and in consideration of her superior attributes of nature, Pollock's lines suggest themselves to our minds, which we quote with slight transposition:
With nature's self,
She seems an old acquaiutance,
Free to jest at will,
With all her glorious majesty,
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Then turns, and with the grasshopper.
That sings its evening song,
Beneath her feet converses.
