To praise, sweet Youth, do thou forbear, 鈥淥h, Ernest, Ernest,鈥?sobbed Christina, 鈥渂e wise in time, and trust those who have already shown you that they know but too well how to be forbearing.鈥? 鈥楩eb. 11, 1862. 鈥淣o,鈥?said Corinna sullenly. 鈥楬er reticence regarding her own life and work was extreme. This much I remember from her occasional talks, incidentally dropped from her: that she was eight years old when she read Shakespeare; she was eleven when she began to compose; and at twenty-one she sent her first book to press. She wrote to me once how much she exulted over her first printed composition.... 鈥業 am game for anything, Lady Farrington, only try me. I鈥檇 face the whole world if you asked me.鈥? 开心婷婷五月综合基地,五月丁香六月综合缴情 Three more years only remained to Charlotte of life in the dear old home of her infancy. Those three years passed quietly, marked by no stirring events. On the 11th of December 1867, Otho St. George Hamilton, son of her sister Laura, died at the age of thirteen, after a long illness; and during these years Fanny continued steadily to fail. The delicacy developed into a case of decided consumption, but of a slow and lingering description. A few sentences are culled from the many letters which remain, belonging to this period. It seemed incredible to the visitors that in a settlement of so recent date their host should have been able to show them a grist-mill, a saw-mill, a vegetable alkali factory, a tannery, a small foundry, a tailor shop, a bakery, a general store, and a hemp-mill, giving employment to over one hundred men. At last after months of disappointment and many a tedious hour wasted in dingy ante-rooms (and of all ante-rooms those of editors appear to me to be the dreariest), he got a bona fide offer of employment from one of the first class weekly papers through an introduction I was able to get for him from one who had powerful influence with the paper in question. The editor sent him a dozen long books upon varied and difficult subjects, and told him to review them in a single article within a week. In one book there was an editorial note to the effect that the writer was to be condemned. Ernest particularly admired the book he was desired to condemn, and feeling how hopeless it was for him to do anything like justice to the books submitted to him, returned them to the editor. ERNEST felt now that the turning point of his life had come. He would give up all for Christ-even his tobacco. 鈥楽ept. 14, 1876.鈥擨 have been delaying writing till I could give you news from Batala,鈥攖hat place towards which Missionary eyes longingly turn, as those of the Germans did towards Strasburg. May Batala be given to us, as Strasburg was to them.鈥?