Cornwall's eldest daughter, Miss Adelaide Anne Procter.

The anecdote I have here noted down, besides serving to explain why the
parents of the late Miss Procter have looked to me for these poor words
of remembrance of their lamented child, strikingly illustrates the
honesty, independence, and quiet dignity, of the lady's character. I had
known her when she was very young; I had been honoured with her father's
friendship when I was myself a young aspirant; and she had said at home,
"If I send him, in my own name, verses that he does not honestly like,
either it will be very painful to him to return them, or he will print
them for papa's sake, and not for their own. So I have made up my mind
to take my chance fairly with the unknown volunteers."

Perhaps it requires an editor's experience of the profoundly unreasonable
grounds on which he is often urged to accept unsuitable articles--such as
having been to school with the writer's husband's brother-in-law, or
having lent an alpenstock in Switzerland to the writer's wife's nephew,
when that interesting stranger had broken his own--fully to appreciate
the delicacy and the self-respect of this resolution.

Some verses by Miss Procter had been published in the Book of Beauty, ten
years before she became Miss Berwick. With the exception of two poems in
the Cornhill Magazine, two in Good Words, and others in a little book
called A Chaplet of Verses (issued in 1862 for the benefit of a Night
Refuge), her published writings first appeared in Household Words, or All
the Year Round. The present edition contains the whole of her Legends
and Lyrics, and originates in the great favour with which they have been
received by the public.

Miss Procter was born in Bedford Square, London, on the 30th of October,