The Borderers.

Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved
To scorn the declaration,
That sometimes I in thee have loved
My fancy’s own creation.

    Imagination needs must stir;
      Dear Maid, this truth believe,
    Minds that have nothing to confer,
      Find little to perceive.

    Be pleased that Nature made thee fit
      To feed my heart’s devotion,
    By laws to which all forms submit
      In sky, air, earth, and ocean.

      Poems of the Affections, 16.

THOMAS CARLYLE.

     Clearly a superior woman.—­That is the way with female intellects
     when they are good; nothing equals their acuteness, and their
     rapidity is almost excessive.—­Frederick the Great.

Perfection of housekeeping was her clear and speedy attainment in that new scene.  Strange how she made the desert blossom for herself and me there; what a fairy palace she had made of that wild moorland home of the poor man!  From the baking of a loaf, or the darning of a stocking, up to comporting herself in the highest scenes or most intricate emergencies, all was insight, veracity, graceful success (if you could judge it), fidelity to insight of the fact given.—­Reminiscences.

     Meek and retiring by the softness of her nature, yet glowing with
     an ethereal ardour for all that is illustrious and lovely.—­Life
     of Schiller.

She was of a compassionate nature, and had a loving, patient, and noble heart; prudent she was; the skilfulest and thriftiest of financiers; could well keep silence, too, and with a gentle stoicism endure much small unreason.—­Life of Schiller.

     Her life was busy and earnest; she was help-mate, not in name only,
     to an ever-busy man.—­Frederick the Great.

Peculiar among all dames and damosels, glanced Blumine, there in her modesty, like a star among earthly lights.  Noblest maiden! whom he bent to, in body and in soul; yet scarcely dared look at, for the presence filled him with painful yet sweetest embarrassment. —­Sartor Resartus.

     A bright airy lady; very graceful, very witty and ingenious;
     skilled to speak, skilled to hold her tongue.—­Frederick the
     Great.

Far and wide was the fair one heard of, for her gifts, her graces, her caprices; from all which vague colourings of Rumour, from the censures no less than from the praises, had our friend painted for himself a certain imperious Queen of Hearts, and blooming warm Earth-angel, much more enchanting than your mere white Heaven-angels of women, in whose placid veins circulates too little naphtha-fire.—­Sartor Resartus.

A tall, rather thin figure; a face pale, intelligent, and penetrating; nose fine, rather large, and decisively Roman; pair of bright,