Give me the dark, the dark green woods."

"When pleasure lights the sparkling eye,
And swells with rapture proud,
Let others spend their joyous mirth
Within the giddy crowd;
But when o'er me no clouds are seen,
Give me the forest, dark and green."

"When pure devotion fills the heart,
And breathes a yearning prayer,
Let others wander to the church
And pay their tribute there;
But if o'er me such feelings steal,
In the dark forest let me kneel."

"When death comes o'er the pallid brow
To number with the dead,
Let others choose some lovely grave,
Where tears will oft be shed;
But let me, let me find a tomb
Deep in the forest's darkening gloom."

Her life was not one of thrilling adventure, hairbreadth escapes, and
deeds securing worldly applause, but quiet, unobtrusive and useful.
Her constitution was naturally weak--her brain too active for her
body, and as a consequence much mental and physical suffering was her
portion. To her studies--French, Latin and drawing, besides the
English branches--she was very devoted. Nothing pleased her better
than to be alone with books, pen and pencil, or to wander forth in