[Footnote 6:  Letter, August 19, 1864.]

[Illustration:  SOUTH SCREEN, ECCLESFIELD CHURCH.]

The first stories that she published belong to this so-to-speak “parochial” phase of her life, when her interests were chiefly divided between the nursery and the village.  “A Bit of Green” came out in the Monthly Packet in July 1861; “The Blackbird’s Nest” in August 1861; “Melchior’s Dream” in December 1861; and these three tales, with two others, which had not been previously published ("Friedrich’s Ballad” and “The Viscount’s Friend"), were issued in a volume called “Melchior’s Dream and other Tales,” in 1862.  The proceeds of the first edition of this book gave “Madam Liberality” the opportunity of indulging in her favourite virtue.  She and her eldest sister, who illustrated the stories, first devoted the “tenths” of their respective earnings for letterpress and pictures to buying some hangings for the sacrarium of Ecclesfield Church, and then Julie treated two of her sisters, who were out of health, to Whitby for change of air.  Three years later, out of some other literary earnings, she took her eldest brother to Antwerp and Holland, to see the city of Rubens’ pictures, and the land of canals, windmills, and fine sunsets.[7] The expedition had to be conducted on principles which savoured more of strict integrity and economy than of comfort; for they went in a small steamer from Hull to Antwerp, but Julie feasted her eyes and brain on all the fresh sights and sounds she encountered, and filled her sketch-book with pictures.

[Footnote 7:  Letters, September 1865.]

[Illustration:  IN OWNING A GOOD TURN]

“It was at Rotterdam,” wrote her brother, “that I left her with her camp-stool and water-colours for a moment in the street, to find her, on my return, with a huge crowd round her, and before—­a baker’s man holding back a blue veil that would blow before her eyes—­and she sketching down an avenue of spectators, to whom she kept motioning with her brush to stand aside.  Perfectly unconscious she was of how she looked, and I had great difficulty in getting her to pack up and move on.  Every quaint Dutch boat, every queer street, every peasant in gold ornaments, was a treasure to her note-book.  We were very happy!”

I doubt, indeed, whether her companion has experienced greater enjoyment during any of his later and more luxurious visits to the same spots; the first sight of a foreign country must remain a unique sensation.

It was not the intrinsic value of Julie’s gifts to us that made them so precious, but the wide-hearted spirit which always prompted them.  Out of a moderate income she could only afford to be generous from her constant habit of thinking first for others, and denying herself.  It made little difference whether the gift was elevenpence three-farthings’ worth of modern Japanese pottery, which she seized upon as just the right shape and colour to fit some niche