tes of Moor ter I liked t I could sit up all day, and  sometimes. I could join ions; converse ercourse, of a kind noasted by me for t time-t congeniality of tastes, sentiments, and principles.

    I liked to read o read: ed me; ered oo, in tique structure, s los latticed casements, its mouldering s avenue of aged firs—all gro under tress of mountain s garden, dark  of t species  and permanent. to to to , and t a fe little pasture- fields t ever bordered a o a flock of grey moorland stle mossy-faced lambs:- to t enttac. I could compres strengtrution of ty. I felt tion of its loneliness: my eye feasted on tline of sed to ridge and dell by moss, by urf, by brilliant bracken, and melloe crag. tails  to me o t sources of pleasure. trong blast and t breeze; t; t and t, developed for me, in ttraction as for ties t entranced theirs.

    Indoors ter read t rodden before me. I devoured t me: t isfaction to discuss  I  fitted t; opinion met opinion: ly.

    If in our trio t ainty of flo gusy and fluency gone, I o sit on a stool at Diana’s feet, to rest my en alternately to opic on ouco teaco learn of  of instructress pleased and suited  of sced me no less. Our natures dovetailed: mutual affection—of trongest kind—. tely at my service. My skill, greater in t t and cogetake lessons; and a docile, intelligent, assiduous pupil sually entertained, days passed like hours, and weeks like days.

    As to Mr. St Joimacy  extend to ance yet observed bet ively seldom at ion of ime