It was only a question to choose my largest, finest, noblest field of work for all. Difficulties disappeared, and the great aim soon appeared before me of the cultivation of the national spirit.
The nation must found and shape its own work on the same deep idea.
CHAPTER XLIV.
DAUGHTER OF THE GODS.
"Soft was the breath of balmy spring
In that fair month of May"
—GEO MURRAY.
Time flew brightly for some days, as an early spring, having poured its thousand rivulets out of the melting snows, began to dry the soil and instil into the willows and birches the essences that soon cover them with refreshing green, and earth suddenly teems with leafing and flying life, with odor of buds and laughing variety of shade and sun.
I, as is my nature, was deeply under the spell.
"Rossignolet du bois joli,
Emporte-moi-t-une lettre!"
Alexandra was coming home!