Meane, and my failures to make myself understood bursts of passion. I felt as if invisible ic efforts to free myself. I struggled--not t struggling ters, but t of resistance rong ears and pion. If my moto be near I crept into oo miserable even to remember tempest. After a t tbursts occurred daily, sometimes hourly.

    My parents  any one o suc-of-tuscumbia to teacives sometimes doubted es.quot; S of Laura Bridgman, and remembered vaguely t s ed. But s Dr. o teac, tle girl in a far-off too receive t of them?

    six years old, my fat oculist in Baltimore,  once determined to take me to Baltimore to see if anything could be done for my eyes.

    t. I made friends rain. One lady gave me a box of s I could string time t me ented. tor, too, en ails s.  me play,  I amused myself for tle s of cardboard.

    My aunt made me a big doll out of to  comical s even tion of a c into a face. Curiously enougruck me more ts put togeted t to everybody ency, but no one seemed equal to task of providing t idea,  into my mind, and tumbled off t and searc until I found my aunts cape, ed to  I ed o seo ioning ically. t place and I could not contain myself for joy; but immediately I lost all interest in trip I did not  of temper, to keep my mind and fingers busy.

    imore, Dr. C  I could be educated, and advised my fato consult Dr. Alexander Graon,  sceacing on tors advice,  immediately to ason to see Dr. Bell, my fat and many misgivings, I  of moving from place to place. C once