A feeling of alienation from her husband ever accompanied this state, and her spirit beat itself about, striking against the bars of conventional usage, until the bruised wings quivered with pain.

But an hour spent with Mrs.De Lisle left her in a very different state.

True thoughts were stirred, and the soul lifted upwards into regions of light and beauty.

There was no grovelling about the earth, no fanning of selfish fires into smoky flames, no probing of half-closed wounds until the soul writhed in a new-born anguish--but instead, hopeful words, lessons of duty, and the introduction of an ennobling spiritual philosophy, that gave strength and tranquillity for the present, and promised the soul's highest fruition in the surely coming future.
Both Mrs.De Lisle and Mrs.Anthony were at Saratoga.

The announcement of Mrs.Dexter that she was going to leave for Newport so suddenly surprised them both, as it had been understood that she was to remain for some time longer.
"My husband wishes to visit Newport now," was the answer of Mrs.
Dexter to the surprised exclamation of Mrs.Anthony.
"Tell him that you wish to remain here," replied Mrs.Anthony.
"He is not well, and thinks the sea air will do him good." "Not well! I met him an hour ago, and never saw him looking better in my life.