d few seems still more
incredible, since 'tis a _yearning_ towards Him felt by all His human
creatures--a capacity, no matter how little or erroneously developed,
possessed by all.

Admitting God's absolute power over matter, there surely is a moral law
which _He_ cannot infringe, for it is Himself; and though I do not know
what He can do with the creatures He has made, I know He cannot do
Wrong; and if you tell me that my wrong may be His right, I can only
reply to that, _He is my Right_, the only true, real, absolute Right, of
which I have any conception, and that to propose that which seems to me
wrong as an attribute or proceeding of His seems to me nonsense....

Of course, a good beginning is an especially good thing in education;
but I think we are apt to place too much faith, upon the whole, in what
we can do with children's minds and souls. Perhaps it is well we should
have this faith, or we might do less than we ought, whereas we not
unfrequently do a good deal that is without result that we can perceive;
nevertheless, the world goes on, and becomes by slow degrees wiser and
better.... I met Macready while I was riding to-day; and though I could
not stop to say much to him, I told him that I particularly wished to
act with him. He has been told, I understand, that I have positively
refused to do so; and though his acquaintance with me is slight, I
should feel grateful to him if he would believe this, in spite of what
representations to the contrary he might have heard. He said that my
honesty and truth were known to him, though he had had but little
intercourse with me, and that he entirely believed what I said. I was
glad of this accidental opportunity of saying this to him, as I would
not have sought him for the especial purpose. Good-bye, my dear.

I am ever yours affectionately,
FANNY.

BANNISTERS, SOUTHAMPTON, Thursday, 16th.
MY DEAREST HAL,

... Mrs. Fitzhugh does not appear to me in her usual vivacious state of
mind, and I am afraid I shall not contribute much to her enlivenment,
being rather out of spirits myself, and, for the first time in my life,
finding Bannisters melancholy.... Walking up a small back street from
Southampton the other day, I saw a little child of about five years old
standing at a poor mean kind of pastry-cook's window, looking, with eyes
of poignan