arbara!"

"Yea, Samuel Biddle, what love is; for I love thee, I love thee, and but
only thee; and might never have told thee so, but I heard what thee said a
spell ago to father, and I knew that thee was not disgusted with me, but
cared for me as much as ever. Yea, a stranger man has taught me what love
is."

And while I could but pat her head as it rested upon my shoulder, I said
gladly, "Barbara, more than man has taught me what love is, and to love
thee; but maybe a man can teach to woman what the Lord alone has taught to
me."

"Let me think so, Samuel--that the Lord taught thee, and thee taught me
the knowledge fresh from the Lord."

Then I placed my lips upon Barbara's lips.

ROBERT C. MEYERS.

LADY MORGAN.

With her wit and vanity, poor French and fine clothes, good common sense
and warm Irish heart, Lady Morgan was a most entertaining and original
character--a spirited, versatile, spunky little woman, whose whole life
was a grand social success. She was also one of the most popular and
voluminous writers of her day; but, with all her sparkle and dash,
ambition and industry, destined in a few generations more to be almost
unknown, vanishing down that doleful "back entry" where Time sends so many
bright men and women. As the founder of Irish fiction--for the national
tales of Ireland begin with her--and the patron of Irish song (she
stimulated Lover to write "Rory O'More," and "Kate Kearney" is her own),
always laboring for liberty and the interests of her oppressed countrymen,
and preserving her name absolutely untouched by scandal through a long and
brilliant career, she deserves a place among distinguished women. She
evidently had no idea of being forgotten, and completed twenty chapters of
autobiography--its florid egotism at once its fault and its charm--besides
keeping a diary in later years, and preserving nearly all the letters
written to her, and even cards left at her door. But on those cards were
the names of Humboldt, Cuvier, Talma and the most celebrated men of that
epoch, down to Macaulay, Douglas Jerrold and Edward Everett, while she
could count among her intimates the noted men and women of three
countries. La Fayette declared he was proud to be her friend; Byron
praised her writings, and always expressed regret that he had not made her
acquaintance in Italy; Sydney Smith coupled her name with his own as "the
two Sydneys;" Leigh Hunt celebrated her in verse; Sir Thomas Lawrence, Ary