The very life-breath of her heart.—Moore.
The world was not for her, nor the world’s art
For one as passionate as Sappho’s heart.
Love was born with her, in her, so intense,
It was her very spirit, not a sense.—Byron.
On Saturday morning Alexander walked out to renew his acquaintance with his native city.
Mrs. Lyon said to her pet:
“If you know any very fine sacred music, my dear, I wish you would select some pieces and practice them this forenoon, so as to be able to execute them well this evening for Alexander.”
And Drusilla, glad to have her morning’s work laid out, sat down to go over portions of Handel’s Messiah.
Alexander came home to luncheon, and in the afternoon attended his mother and Drusilla for a drive.