Iphigenia, first part of Faust,—­three weeks of thorough study this, as valuable to me as to them,—­and Clavigo,—­thus comprehending samples of all his efforts in poetry, and bringing forward some of his prominent opinions; Lessing’s Nathan, Minna, Emilia Galeotti; parts of Tieck’s Phantasus, and nearly the whole first volume of Richter’s Titan.

’With the Italian class, I read parts of Tasso, Petrarch—­whom they came to almost adore,—­Ariosto, Alfieri, and the whole hundred cantos of the Divina Commedia, with the aid of the fine Athenaeum copy, Flaxman’s designs, and all the best commentaries.  This last piece of work was and will be truly valuable to myself.

’I had, besides, three private pupils, Mrs. ——­, who became very attractive to me, ——­, and little ——­, who had not the use of his eyes.  I taught him Latin orally, and read the History of England and Shakspeare’s historical plays in connection.  This lesson was given every day for ten weeks, and was very interesting, though very fatiguing.  The labor in Mr. Alcott’s school was also quite exhausting.  I, however, loved the children, and had many valuable thoughts suggested, and Mr. A.’s society was much to me.

’As you may imagine, the Life of Goethe is not yet written; but I have studied and thought about it much.  It grows in my mind with everything that does grow there.  My friends in Europe have sent me the needed books on the subject, and I am now beginning to work in good earnest.  It is very possible that the task may be taken from me by somebody in England, or that in doing it I may find myself incompetent; but I go on in hope, secure, at all events, that it will be the means of the highest culture.’

In addition to other labors, Margaret translated, one evening every week, German authors into English, for the gratification of Dr. Channing; their chief reading being in De Wette and Herder.

‘It was not very pleasant,’ she writes, ’for Dr. C. takes in subjects more deliberately than is conceivable to us feminine people, with our habits of ducking, diving, or flying for truth.  Doubtless, however, he makes better use of what he gets, and if his sympathies were livelier he would not view certain truths in so steady a light.  But there is much more talking than reading; and I like talking with him.  I do not feel that constraint which some persons complain of, but am perfectly free, though less called out than by other intellects of inferior power.  I get too much food for thought from him, and am not bound to any tiresome formality of respect on account of his age and rank in the world of intellect.  He seems desirous to meet even one young and obscure as myself on equal terms, and trusts to the elevation of his thoughts to keep him in his place.’

She found higher satisfaction still in his preaching:—­