rose to the very tiptop of enjoyment.  I wished you could have a picture of the whole scene, which, though one of real life, was to me at least exceedingly beautiful.  We reached Richmond at one o’clock.  Mr. Persico was waiting for us and received us cordially....  When I awoke at eight o’clock, I felt forlorn enough.  Imagine, if you can, the room in which I opened my eyes.  It is in the attic, is very low and has two windows.  My first thought was, “I never can be happy in this miserable hole;” but in a second this wicked feeling took flight, and I reproached myself for my ingratitude to Him who had preserved me through all my journey, had made much of it so delightful and profitable, and who still promised to be with me.

Oct. 2.—­I will try to give you some account of our doings, although we are not fully settled.  We have risen at six so far, but intend to be up by five if we can wake.  As soon as we are dressed I take my Bible out into the entry, where is a window and a quiet corner, and read and think until Louisa [6] is ready to give me our room and take my place.  At nine we go into school, where Miss Lord [7] reads a prayer, and from that hour until twelve we are engaged with our respective classes.  At twelve we have a recess of thirty minutes.  This over, we return again to school, where we stay until three, when we are to dine.  All day Saturday we are free.  This time we are to have Monday, too, as a special holiday, because of a great Whig convention which is turning the city upside-down.  There is one pleasant thing, pleasant to me at least, of which I want to tell you.  As Mr. Persico is not a religious man, I supposed we should have no blessing at the table, and was afraid I should get into the habit of failing to acknowledge God there.  But I was much affected when, on going to dine the first day I came, he stood leaning silently and reverentially over his chair, as if to allow all of us time for that quiet lifting up of the heart which is ever acceptable in the sight of God.  It is very impressive.  Miss Lord reads prayers at night, and when Mrs. Persico comes home we are to have singing....

That passage in the 119th Psalm, of which you speak, is indeed delightful.  I will tell you what were some of my meditations on it.  I thought to myself that if God continued His faithfulness toward me, I shall have afflictions such as I now know nothing more of than the name, for I need them constantly.  I have trembled ever since I came here at the host of new difficulties to which I am exposed.  Surely I did again and again ask God to decide the question for me as to whether I should leave home or not, and believed that He had chosen for me.  It certainly was against my own inclinations....