It reveals itself, even then, but slowly and imperfectly.

But the beauty of form and color, the grace of motion, the harmony of tone, are seen and felt and appreciated at once.

The image of substantial and material loveliness once seen leaves an impression as distinct and perfect upon the retina of memory as upon that of the eyes.

It does not rise before us in detached and disconnected proportions, like that of spiritual loveliness, but in crowds, and in solitude, and in all the throngful varieties of thought and feeling and action, the symmetrical whole, the beautiful perfection comes up in the vision of memory, and stands, like a bright angel, between us and all other impressions of outward or immaterial beauty.
"I saw her, and could not forget her; I sought her society, and was gratified with it.

It is true, I sometimes (in the first stages of my attachment) had my misgivings in relation to her character.