Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Oldport days, with ten heliotype illustrations from views taken in Newport, R. I., expressly for this work.

What firm judgment is here, what tenderness without weakness, what discreet motherhood! When Christmas came, it appears that baby hung up her stocking with the rest. Her devoted parent had bought for her a slate with a real pencil. Others provided thimble and scissors and bodkin and a spool of thread, and a travelling-shawl with a strap, and a cap with tarletan ruffles. “I found baby with the cap on, early in the morning, and she was so pleased she almost jumped out of my arms.” Thus in the midst of visits to the Coliseum and St. Peters, the drama of early affection goes always on. “I used to take her to hear the band, in the carriage, and she went everywhere I did.”

But the love of all dolls, as of other pets, must end with a tragedy, and here it comes. “The next place we went to was Lucerne. There was a lovely lake there, but I had a very sad time. One day I thought I'd take baby down to breakfast, and, as I was going up stairs, my foot slipped and ”