The seasons that came and went were changes from hot to cold; to you, they were the moods of nature, which found response in those of your own life and soul; her storms and calms were pulses which bore a similitude to the emotions of your heart! Veronica's habits of isolation clung to her; she would never leave home.

The teaching she had was obtained in Surrey.

But her knowledge was greater than mine.

When I went to Rosville she was reading "Paradise Lost," and writing her opinions upon it in a large blank book.

She was also devising a plan for raising trees and flowers in the garret, so that she might realize a picture of a tropical wilderness.