treet, now of Brooklyn.

[5] "Account of the Union Meeting for the Promotion of Scriptural
Holiness, held at Oxford, August 29 to September 7, 1874."

[6] "Account of the Union Meeting for the Promotion of Scriptural
Holiness, held at Oxford, August 29 to September 7, 1874." P. 59.

[7] GRISELDA; A Dramatic Poem in Five Acts. _Translated from the German
of_ FRIEDERICH HALM (Baron Muench-Bellinghausen), _by Mrs. E. Prentiss._

[8] How glad I was to see Griselda's fair face! She is a gem, and I am
sure will prove a blessing as she moves about the world in her nobleness
and purity, so exceedingly womanly and winning. The book is full of
poetry, and held me spell-bound to the close. It is very musical, too,
in its rich, pure English. I don't know how much of its poetic charm
lies in the original or in your rendering, but as it is, it is "just
lovely," as the girls say.--_Letter from Miss Warner._

[9] In a letter written in 1879, just after a visit to Dorset, Dr.
Hamlin thus refers to them:

"Now that I have seen again those lights and shadows of the Green
Mountains, as they lie around your Dorset home, I must tell you why they
awakened such deep emotions. Forty-one years ago I was married to Miss
Henrietta Jackson, the youngest daughter of the venerated and beloved
pastor of Dorset, and we left that lovely valley for our oriental home.
I had heard from her lips a glowing description of the magic work of
light and shade upon those uplands and heights that lie west of the
valley, before I had seen the place. The first morning of my first visit
I recognised the truth and accuracy of her description, and was forced
to confess that, although I had always admired cloud-shadows, I had
never seen them in such rich display and constant recurrence. There were
certain days, which we called field-days, when all their resources were
called out, and they seemed hurrying in swift battalions to some great
contest or grand coronation scene. But at other times they rested in
calm repose as though the pulse of nature had ceased to beat... In our
home upon the Bosphorus we were sometimes reminded of these scenes of
her native valley. When, occasionally, the Black Sea clouds floated down
in broken masses, and floods of light here and there poured through the
darkly shadowed landscape, lighting up fragments of hill and vale to the
very summits of Alem Dagh, her soul took flight to her beloved Dorset
and all other thoughts vanished."

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