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Dear Cousin. Those letters, coming to me in a spot where maiden and love had been as myths of the bygone, phantasms and eidola only vouchsafed to the visions of fancy, had by little and little crept into secret corners of my heart; and out of the wrecks of a former romance, solitude and revery had gone far to build up the fairy domes of a romance yet to come. My mother's letters had never omitted to make mention of Blanche,--of her forethought and tender activity, of her warm heart and sweet temper,--and in many a little home picture presented her image where I would fain have placed it, not