His barbiton, it was his elder child! He had another child, and now we must turn to her.
How shall I describe thee, Viola?
Certainly the music had something to answer for in the advent of that young stranger.

For both in her form and her character you might have traced a family likeness to that singular and spirit-like life of sound which night after night threw itself in airy and goblin sport over the starry seas...Beautiful she was, but of a very uncommon beauty,--a combination, a harmony of opposite attributes.

Her hair of a gold richer and purer than that which is seen even in the North; but the eyes, of all the dark, tender, subduing light of more than Italian--almost of Oriental--splendour.

The complexion exquisitely fair, but never the same,--vivid in one moment, pale the next.

And with the complexion, the expression also varied; nothing now so sad, and nothing now so joyous.
I grieve to say that what we rightly entitle education was much neglected for their daughter by this singular pair.