would have expanded in symmetrical beauty under the rosy fingers of
morning.

We may take a hint from Nature's handling of the flower in dealing with
young souls, and especially with the souls of young girls, which, from
their organization and conditions, require more careful treatment than
those of their tougher-fibred brothers. Many parents reproach themselves
for not having enforced their own convictions on their children in the
face of every inborn antagonism they encountered. Let them not be too
severe in their self-condemnation. A want of judgment in this matter has
sent many a young person to Bedlam, whose nature would have opened kindly
enough if it had only been trusted to the sweet influences of morning
sunshine. In such cases it may be that the state we call insanity is not
always an unalloyed evil. It may take the place of something worse, the
wretchedness of a mind not yet dethroned, but subject to the perpetual
interferences of another mind governed by laws alien and hostile to its
own. Insanity may perhaps be the only palliative left to Nature in this
extremity. But before she comes to that, she has many expedients. The
mind does not know what diet it can feed on until it has been brought to
the starvation point. Its experience is like that of those who have been
long drifting about on rafts or in long-boats. There is nothing out of
which it will not contrive to get some sustenance. A person of note,
long held captive for a political offence, is said to have owed the
preservation of his reason to a pin, out of which he contrived to get
exercise and excitement by throwing it down carelessly on the dark floor
of his dungeon, and then hunting for it in a series of systematic
explorations until he had found it.

Perhaps the most natural thing Myrtle Hazard could have done would have
been to go crazy, and be sent to the nearest asylum, if Providence, which