" she had
it framed and glazed, and sent it as a gift to the Ladies of
Llangollen. They received it with delight, and hung it in a prominent
position, where the fair giver afterward had the pleasure of gazing
on it with romantic emotion.

Miss Seward paid several happy tributes in verse to her admired
friends. One of these, written at the close of a prolonged visit,
began thus:

Oh, Cambrian Tempe! Oft with transport hailed,
I leave thee now, as I did ever leave
Thee and thy peerless mistresses, with heart
Where lively gratitude and fond regret For mastery strive.

She also published, in a little volume by itself, an enthusiastic
poem in praise of the Cambrian Arden, Llangollen Valley, adorned with
an engraving of the landscape as seen from the home of its Rosalind
and Celia. They fully appreciated her affection, and returned it.
They sent her the gift of a jewel consisting of the head and lyre of
Apollo, making a ring and seal in one. In acknowledgment of this, the
pleased and grateful poet wrote, "I have to thank you, dearest
ladies, for a beautiful but too costly present. It is a fine gem in
itself, and a rich and elegant circlet for the finger."

When Lady Butler and Miss Ponsonby left their splendid family
residences in Ireland to seek in Wales a retirement where they might
spend their days in the culture of letters and friendship, a faithful
and affectionate servant who pined for them, after a few months of
their absence, set out to search for them in England. She had no clew
to direct her pursuit; since, to avoid solicitations to return, they
had kept their place of abode secret even from their nearest
relatives. Learning, however, of her attempt, they sent for her. She
went, and was their fond servitor until her death, thirty years
afterward. Miss Seward once writes to Lady Eleanor, "I was concerned
to hear that you had lately been distressed by the illness and
alarmed for the life of your good Euryclea. That she is recovering, I
rejoice. The loss of a domestic, faithful and affectionate as
Orlando's Adam, must have cast more than a transient gloom over the
Cambrian Arden: the Rosalind and Celia of real life give Llangollen
Valley a right to that title." When this endeared servant died, her
mourning mistresses buried her in the grave which they had prepared
for themselves, and inscribed above her a cordial tribute in verse.

Drawn by the pleasing sentiment that invests the story of these
ladies, the writ