We had been raised, by the power of the genius we so much admired, far above the world and its commonplace sympathies.

The wings of our spirits were still beating the air, far away in the upper regions of transcendant thought.
Another change came.

I saw a woman reading from the same book from which the gifted one had read.

Ever and anon she paused, and gave utterance to words of admiration.
"Beautiful! beautiful!" fell, ever and anon, from her lips; and she would lift her eyes, and muse upon what she was reading.

As she sat thus, a little child entered the room.