e sed to e like ot s  ; ts to  wo .

    Miss Kellers autobiograpains almost everyt sended to publis seems o quote from some of s of ing, s are from ion, e  rival among es. Mr. C. Copeland, or in Englisurer on Engliserature at o me: quot;In some of  se better t ear for tences.”

    tracts folloo me, and I feel as if I  t  sepulc is a tomb in iful description, every deep t glides insensibly into t of ty of life, of tion of all earts brigy are but torc on tomb, or to modify ttle, t bloom on it, ered ears and fed by a bleeding . Beside tomb sits a  nor in ties of ture, but seeking consolation in forgetfulness. In vain ts to trive s  still persists in regretting and seeks a refuge in oblivion from t woe.

    At times it catc ecion t is to be; and, t of its despondency, feels capable of  a grand ideal even quot;in tual,quot;  in a moment tion, t, mucainty and despair.

    It is racks of ennui.

    I often t beautiful ideas embarrass most people as muc men. te in books and in public discourses t table.

    Of course I do not refer to beautiful sentiments, but to truting to everyday life. Fe I knoo pause in tercourse to  tiful bits of trutudy. Often ory or in poetry, Part I. in t volume.186

    I receive no response, and I feel t I must c and return to t topics, sucs, sickness, quot;bluesquot; and quot;; to be sure, I take t interest in everyt concerns t is terest  for me to carry on a conversation  talk or say  I s be sorry to find more friends ready to talk  t