d find in books, but the heart only
in woman." "Eyes that look kindly on me are full of good sense,--lips
that part over pearls are better than wisdom,--and the heart-beat is the
measure of true life."

He liked to talk in this proverb-fashion, and would often turn towards
his wife, giving his remarks point and affectionate direction by
smoothing her curls or gently touching her shoulder. He was very happy
in her beauty.

Notwithstanding this, he often brought in books of an evening, to read
to us, leaving Lulu to get her entertainment as she could, and would
sometimes sit a whole hour, discussing literary points with me, and
metaphysical ones with the Dominie, who was only too happy to pull the
Scotch professors over the coals, and lead to condign execution Brown,
Reid, and Stewart, in their turn. Sometimes Lulu would come in, with a
bird on each hand, and sit at our feet. She then never mingled in the
conversation, but just smoothed the birds' plumage, or fed them with
crumbs from her own lips, like a child, or a princess trifling in the
harem.

Once we were at Hoboken, where we had passed most of the warm day, and,
being weary with strolling among the trees, had seated ourselves on a
bank, whence we had a good view of the water and the vessels in the hazy
distance. Mr. Lewis took Wordsworth from his pocket, and read aloud the
"Ode to Immortality." It was so beautiful, and the images of "the calm
sea that brought us hither" so suggestive, that we listened with
rapture. Lulu twined oak-leaves into wreaths, sitting at her husband's
feet. I don't know whether she heard or not, but, as we discussed
afterwards the various beauties of the expression, and the exquisite
thoughts, Mr. Lewis leaned over and laid his hand lightly on his wife's
hair. He had done it a hundred times before. But to-day she shook her
head away from him, blushed angrily, and said, "Don't, William! I am not
a baby!"

VIII.

We stayed in New York over ten days. In that time we seemed to have
known the Lewises ten years. In the last three days I had some new
views, however, and puzzled myself over manners which were apparently
contradictory.

Lulu had told me in the morning that her husband was going to
Philadelphia, and wouldn't be back for two days. I asked her if she were
not going with him. She said, no,--that she wouldn't encounter the dust
of those Jersey wagons again; and then described, with much vivacity,
the method of transportation