over. This side of her nature was
to her, the real side--this, the
entity in which she rested, so
simple and strong was her instinct
that a woman's hearth-stone was ^is
her shrine. Her talk and her
writings, were like no one else,
and altho' ^although she never published
a line, now and then some en-
thusiastic literary friend, would
turn love to larceny, and cause
a few verses surreptitiously obtained,
to be printed. Thus, and through
other natural ways, many saw