She seemed a vision scarcely embodied; ... in her fairness, which
amounted almost to serenity of her look; ... in the sacred
innocence of her smile, she was almost an angel, and yet just a
woman.--_By Order of the King._

The girl becomes a maiden, fresh and joyous as the lark. Noting her
movements, we feel as if it were good of her not to fly away. The
dear familiar companion moves at her own sweet will about the
house; flits from branch to branch, or rather from room to room;
goes to and fro; approaches and retires.... She asks a question and
is answered; is asked something in return, and chirps a reply. It
is delightful to chat with her when tired of serious talk; for this
creature carries with her something of her skyey element. She is,
as it were, a thread of gold interwoven with your sombre thoughts;
you feel almost grateful to her for her kindness in not making
herself invisible, when it would be so easy for her to be even
impalpable; for the beautiful is a necessity of life. There is in
the world no function more important than that of being
charming.... To shed joy around, to radiate happiness, to cast
light upon dark days, to be the golden thread of our destiny, and
the very spirit of grace and harmony, is not this to render a
service?--_Toilers of the Sea._

She scarcely knew, perhaps, the meaning of the word love, and yet
not unwillingly ensnared those about her in the toils.--_Toilers of
the Sea._

She stopped. She walked back a few paces, stopped again; she
inclined her head, with those thoughtful eyes which look attentive
yet see nothing.... Her lowered eyelids had that vague contraction