or walking dead, also went to see Max Beauvoir. According

statue, which awoke to life in my arms; but the kindred soul, which is

a gift from heaven, the angel who can feel and sympathize with and

elevate us, I have not found and won till now. You came, Sophy, not in

the glory of outward beauty, though you are even fairer than is

necessary. The chief thing still remains. You came to teach the

sculptor that his work is but dust and clay only, an outward form made

of a material that decays, and that what we should seek to obtain is

the ethereal essence of mind and spirit. Poor Kaela! our life was