had also
died.

Theresa's beauty is not the true Greeley type--blonde, with blue eyes.
Her complexion is somewhat like her grandmother's--a delicate olive with
an exquisite flush, when in health. The contour of her face is a perfect
oval; her eyes are dark and pensive, and although her hair is almost
golden in its brightness, both her eyebrows and lashes are of a dark
chestnut brown. In figure she is, as I said, very _petite_; she and I
are the two "little ones" of the family.

Theresa displays considerable taste for literature; and, notwithstanding
the demand that her children made upon her time, has written some
romantic stories that have been published in New York journals.

She has a bright little brother, and three sisters--Fannie, Jessie, and
Lillian; all pretty and clever children. Fannie, who is now only
fourteen, will, I hope, when older, become a graceful poetess; for the
verses that she has already had published under her pretty signature,
"Fannie Fawn," are very musical, and promise well for the future.

CHAPTER XIX

Mr. Greeley visits his Family in Pennsylvania--He expounds Mathematics
and Philosophy to his Brother and Sisters--Fishing and Bee
Hunting--Forest Fires--A Subsequent Visit--He returns as Editor of the
_New Yorker_--He writes the 'Faded Stars'--Characteristics of Mr.
Greeley's Brother--His Children--Mr. Greeley's Younger Sisters--Their
Education.

_August 9_.

"Mamma," said Marguerite, looking up from the tea-table where we were
all assembled, "did uncle visit you often in Pennsylvania? I suppose
so, for I know what an affectionate family you wore, and how very fond
he was of his parents."

"He visited us as often as he could," replied mamma, "but you know that
the distance was great, and during the four years that he spent in
Poultney, his time was not at his command. I can only remember two
visits that he made us during that period; each one, however, lasted a
month.

"It was, I think, during our second year in the woods that he came home
for the first time. I well remember, after the first joy of the
reunion was over, examining his trunk to see what books he had brought
with him. Those that I found there were quite different from what many
boys of seventeen would have chosen, when going home for a vacation. I
do not recollect meeting any books of adventure or romance; but works
upon the higher mathematics and philosophy were there to show that dear
brother's educa