eminds us that "we
shall go to them," while in spring everything seems to say "they will
not return to us."

"But what awakest thou in the _heart_, O Spring!
The human heart, with all its dreams and sighs?
Thou that givest back so many a buried thing,
Restorer of forgotten harmonies!
Fresh songs and scents break forth where'er thou art--
What wakest thou in the heart?

Too much, oh, then too much! We know not well
Wherefore it should be thus, yet, roused by thee,
What fond, strange yearnings, from the soul's deep cell,
Gush for the faces we no more may see!
How are we lamented, in the wind's low tone,
By voices that are gone?"

In 1825 there appeared one of her principal works--the one she
considered as almost, if not altogether, the best--_The Forest
Sanctuary_. It related to the sufferings of a Spanish Protestant in the
time of Philip II., and is supposed to be narrated by the sufferer
himself, who escapes with his child to a North American forest. The
picture of the burial at sea was the passage of whose merits she had the
highest opinion.

VI.

MOTHER AND DAUGHTER.

Another change of home took place in 1825. The new home was not more
than a quarter of a mile from the old one. Rhyllon could be seen from
the windows of Bronwylfa. It was a very different house. The former is
described as a tall, staring brick house, almost destitute of trees; the
latter as a perfect bower of roses, peeping out like a bird's-nest from
amidst the foliage in which it was embosomed. The contrast is playfully
depicted in a dramatic scene between Bronwylfa and Rhyllon. The former,
after standing for some time in silent contemplation of Rhyllon, breaks
out into the following vehement strain of vituperation:--

"You ugliest of fabrics! you horrible eyesore!
I wish you would vanish, or put on a vizor!
In the face of the sun, without covering or rag on,
You stand and outstare me, like any red dragon."

And so on through many amusing and spirited lines, showing the lighter
side of the authoress's character. Her sister describes this part of her
life as perhaps the happiest of all, and this was produced to a great
extent by her seeing the happiness of others, especially that of her
boys. She was always ready to join them in their rambles and their
sports. The mornings were spent in the instruction of her children, then
in a