My grandmother made her home at Fox How under the shelter of the fells, with her four daughters, the youngest of whom was only eight when their father died.

But a girl of seventeen is not always thinking of books, especially in the Oxford summer term.

In this choice, as I look back over more than half a century, I can only follow - and trust - the same sort of instinct that one follows in the art of fiction.

Other trades may fail. The agitator is always sure of his market.

Our children, two daughters and a son, were born in 1874, 1876, and 1879.

Is there any other slavery and chain like that of temperament?

All things change, creeds and philosophies and outward systems - but God remains.