The bloom of her cheek is like that on her years.
She has never known pain—she has never known tears;
And thought has no grief, and no fear to impart;
The shadow of Eden is yet on her heart."
L. E. L.
"Father!" said Florence Howard, the second day of her first vacation, "had I not better study Latin next term?"
"Latin!" answered he in a tone of surprise, "why should you study that?"
"O, for discipline to my mind," returned Florence.
"I think you will find the acquirement of French and Italian sufficient discipline," said he.
"O, but they are so easily learned! I want something more difficult—something I have to study hard on."