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The second little girl has developed into a verse writer of a very curious ability. She began theologically and wrote hymns, which I soon checked on observing that she put together words and sentences out of the sacred verse she knew, and set her to write about things she saw and observed. What she now produces is very like the verse of William Blake, and containing many images that she could never have read of. She cannot write, but she dictates them to her elder sister, who is astonished at the phenomenon. We, of course, do not let her see that it is anything surprising, and the chances are that it goes off as she gets older and knows more. The lyrical faculty in many nations seems to belong to a childish condition of mind, and to disappear with experience and knowledge.
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and recorded his opinion that he was
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Have you heard the last argument in favour of the Deceased Wife's Sister's Bill? It is unanswerable--if you marry two sisters, you've only one mother-in-law. And again, on another occasion, in writing to his sister, he quaintly remarks:
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I left Alfred Tennyson in our rooms at the hotel; he is strictly _incognito_, and known by everybody except T., who asked him if he was a Southerner, assuming that he was an American.
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WAITING.
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TO BE PRESENTED.