Soon after we returned my dear lord began to write in earnest, and then commenced my leisure, because, till we meet at dinner, I do not see him.

We were interrupted by no one, except a short call now and then from Elizabeth Hoar, who can hardly be called an earthly inhabitant; and Mr.Emerson, whose face pictured the promised land (which we were then enjoying), and intruded no more than a sunset or a rich warble from a bird.
"One evening, two days after our arrival at the Old Manse, George Hilliard and Henry Cleveland appeared for fifteen minutes on their way to Niagara Falls, and were thrown into raptures by the embowering flowers and the dear old house they adorned, and the pictures of Holy Mothers mild on the walls, and Mr.Hawthorne's study, and the noble avenue.

We forgive them for their appearance here, because they were gone as soon as they had come, and we felt very hospitable.

We wandered down to our sweet, sleepy river, and it was so silent all around us and so solitary, that we seemed the only persons living.

We sat beneath our stately trees, and felt as if we were the rightful inheritors of the old abbey, which had descended to us from a long line.