She Never Called Her Son By Any

Yet It Was Very Difficult To Separate Her Interpretation, And Keep It Distinct From His Meaning.

Every Mile Was Redolent Of Associations, Which She Would Not Have Missed For The World, But Each Of Which Made Her Cry Upon 'the Days That Are No More' With Ineffable Longing.

He Had Tenderness In His Heart — ‘a Soft Place,’ As Nicholas Higgins Called It; But He Had Some Pride In Concealing It; He Kept It Very Sacred And Safe, And Was Jealous Of Every Circumstance That Tried To Gain Admission. But If He Dreaded Exposure Of His Tenderness, He Was Equally Desirous That All Men Should Recognize His Justice; And He Felt That He Had Been Unjust, In Giving So Scornful A Hearing To Anyone Who Had Waited, With Humble Patience, For Five Hours, To Speak To Him.

Come! Poor Little Heart! Be Cheery And Brave. We'll Be A Great Deal To One Another, If We Are Thrown Off And Left Desolate.

She Had A Fierce Pleasure In The Idea Of Telling Margaret Unwelcome Truths, In The Shape Of Performance Of Duty.