Letters of Lydia Maria Child, with a biographical introduction by John G. Whittier and an appendix by Wendell Phillips.

6 LETTERS.
with such elastic and lofty tread as vhen upon his
own mountain heath? Have his wings expanded
since he left the hills of Cheviot? Or was the torch
of fancy, lighted xwith the electric spark of genius, ex-tinguished in the waters of the Tweed? I have never
seen it. Indeed "I have na ony speerings ", about the
literary world, except through the medium of the newspapers. I am sorry to see the favored son of genius
handled with such unmerciful, though perhaps deserved, severity in the review of " Don Juan."'Lala
Rookh " is the last I have seen from the pen of "I Tmagination's Charter'd Libertine." I hope we shall
have another collection of gems as splendid, and more
pure, than his former collections.
TO THE[ SA31E.
WINSLow, April 10, 1820.
I yesterday received your affectionlte letter. You
are too gleu rous, my dear Convers. Ever since I entered my nineteenth year I have received nothing but
presents and attention. I never was more happy in
my life. I never possessed such unbounded elasticity
of spirit. It seems as if my heart would vibrate to
no touch but joy. Like old Edie Ochiltree "I wuss
it may bode me gude." " An high heart goeth before
destruction," but I never heard the same of a light
one.
In one of your last letters you promise to send me
"Don Juan." Do not send it, I beseech you.. I can
give you no idea of the anguish I felt when I read
this shocking specimen of fearless and hardened depravity. I felt as if a fr'iend had betrayed ine. A
sensation somewhat similzar to wThat I should have
felt, had you, my dear brother, committed an action