She has a capacity for involuntary adaptation of herself to any surroundings, and for an unconscious and indomitable loyalty to the every-day needs of every-day life, which rarely go with the poetic temperament.

She would contentedly make bread and do nothing else, till the day of her death, if that seemed to be the nearest and most demanded duty.

She would be heartily faithful and joyous every day, in intercourse with only common and uncultivated people, if fate sets her among them.

She seems to me sometimes to be more literally a child of God, in the true and complete sense of the word 'child,' than any one I ever knew.

She takes every thing which comes to her just as a happy and good little child takes every thing that is given to him, and is pleased with all; yet she is not at all a religious person.