found the fresh prairie, the untrodden forests for which she had longed.  I saw in her the storied castles, the fair stately parks and the wind laden with tones from the past, which I desired to know.  We wrote to one another for many years;—­her shallow and delicate epistles did not disenchant me, nor did she fail to see something of the old poetry in my rude characters and stammering speech.  But we must never meet again.

’When this friend was withdrawn I fell into a profound depression.  I knew not how to exert myself, but lay bound hand and foot.  Melancholy enfolded me in an atmosphere, as joy had done.  This suffering, too, was out of the gradual and natural course.  Those who are really children could not know such love, or feel such sorrow.  “I am to blame,” said my father, “in keeping her at home so long merely to please myself.  She needs to be with other girls, needs play and variety.  She does not seem to me really sick, but dull rather.  She eats nothing, you say.  I see she grows thin.  She ought to change the scene.”

’I was indeed dull.  The books, the garden, had lost all charm.  I had the excuse of headache, constantly, for not attending to my lessons.  The light of life was set, and every leaf was withered.  At such an early age there are no back or side scenes where the mind, weary and sorrowful, may retreat.  Older, we realize the width of the world more, and it is not easy to despair on any point.  The effort at thought to which we are compelled relieves and affords a dreary retreat, like hiding in a brick-kiln till the shower be over.  But then all joy seemed to have departed with my friend, and the emptiness of our house stood revealed.  This I had not felt while I every day expected to see or had seen her, or annoyance and dulness were unnoticed or swallowed up in the one thought that clothed my days with beauty.  But now she was gone, and I was roused from habits of reading or reverie to feel the fiery temper of the soul, and to learn that it must have vent, that it would not be pacified by shadows, neither meet without consuming what lay around it.  I avoided the table as much as possible, took long walks and lay in bed, or on the floor of my room.  I complained of my head, and it was not wrong to do so, for a sense of dulness and suffocation, if not pain, was there constantly.

’But when it was proposed that I should go to school, that was a remedy I could not listen to with patience for a moment.  The peculiarity of my education had separated me entirely from the girls around, except that when they were playing at active games, I would sometimes go out and join them.  I liked violent bodily exercise, which always relieved my nerves.  But I had no success in associating with them beyond the mere play.  Not only I was not their school-mate, but my book-life and lonely habits had given a cold aloofness to my whole expression, and veiled my manner with a hauteur which turned all hearts away.