13/33 She "had a beautiful soul," as Emerson said of Longfellow. Poverty disfigured the apple woman's garret, and want made it wretched, nevertheless, God's most beautiful angels hovered over it. Her life was a blossom event in London's history. Like a broken vase the perfume of her being will sweeten literature and society a thousand years after we are gone. Her footprints were not in the sea, soon obliterated, nor in the snow, quickly melting, but in fields and forests. |