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.