This have we Learnt, Isabel, from thy society, Which now we too unwillingly resign Though for brief absence.

But farewell! the page Glimmers before my sight through thankful tears, Such as start forth, not seldom, to approve Our truth, when we, old yet unchill'd by age, Call thee, though known but for a few fleet years, The heart-affianced sister of our love! WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
_Rydal Mount, Feb.

1840_.' In addition to these Sonnets the beautiful memory of Miss FENWICK has been reillumined in the 'Memoir and Letters of Sara Coleridge' (2 vols.
1873); _e.g._ 'I take great delight in Miss Fenwick, and in her conversation.

Well should I like to have her constantly in the drawing-room, to come down to and from my little study up-stairs--her mind is such a noble compound of heart and intelligence, of spiritual feeling and moral strength, and the most perfect feminineness.

She is intellectual, but--what is a great excellence--never talks for effect, never _keeps possession of the floor_, as clever women are so apt to do.
She converses for the interchange of thought and feeling, no matter _how_, so she gets at your mind, and lets you into hers.