Oh, if I thought I could never make you happy!...

There, now! I am almost ashamed to send this paper so spotted.

Gifted Hopkins wrote some beautiful verses one day on "A Maiden Weeping." He compared the tears falling from her eyes to the drops of dew which one often sees upon the flowers in the morning.

Is n't it a pretty thought?
I wish I loved art as well as I do poetry; but I am afraid I have not so much taste as some girls have.

You remember how I liked that picture in the illustrated magazine, and you said it was horrid.