or Grim the Colliar. The floures grow at the top as it
were in an vmbel, and are of the bignesse of the ordinary
Mouseeare, and of an orenge colour. The seeds are round, and
blackish, and are carried away with the downe by the wind. The
stalks and cups of the flours are all set thicke with a blackish
downe, or hairinesse, as it were the dust of coles; whence the
women who keepe it in gardens for novelties sake, have named it
Grim the Colliar.

I wish, too, that Julie could have written about sailors, as well as
soldiers, in the tale of "Little Mothers' Meetings," which had been
suggested to her mind by visits to Liverpool. The sight of a baby
patient in the Children's Hospital there, who had been paralyzed and
made speechless by fright, but who took so strange a fancy to my
sister's sympathetic face that he held her hand and could scarcely be
induced to release it, had affected her deeply. So did a visit that
she paid one Sunday to the Seamen's Orphanage, where she heard the
voices of hundreds of fatherless children ascending with one accord in
the words, "I will arise and go to my Father," and realized the Love
that watched over them. These scenes were both to have been woven into
the tale, and the "Little Mothers" were boy nurses of baby brothers
and sisters.

Another phase of sailor life on which Julie hoped to write was the
"Guild of Merchant Adventurers of Bristol." She had visited their
quaint Hall, and collected a good deal of historical information and
local colouring for the tale, and its lesson would have been one on
mercantile honour.

I hope I have kept my original promise, that whilst I was making a
list of Julie's writings, I would also supply an outline biography of
her life; but now, if the Children wish to learn something of her at
its End, they shall be told in her own words:--

Madam Liberality grew up into much the same sort of person that she
was when a child. She always had been what is termed old-fashioned,
and the older she grew the better her old-fashionedness became her,
so that at last her friends would say to her, "Ah, if we all wore
as well as you do, my dear! You've hardly changed at all since we
remember you in short petticoats." So far as she did change, the
change was for the better. (It is to be hoped we do improve a
little as we get older.) She was still liberal and economical. She
still planned and h