rise up from it, like a planet growing into a sun, things were said, high and deep, which are fixed into my memory now, like stars in a dark firmament. Now a philosopher, now a poet, now a moralist, opened to me speculation, vision or conviction. HARRIET MARTINEAU: ‘Autobiography.’ * * * * * [Sidenote: Correspondence with Elizabeth Barrett.] I have had a great pleasure, lately, in some correspondence with Miss Martineau, the noblest female intelligence between the seas,--“as sweet as spring, as ocean deep.” She is in a hopeless anguish of body, and serene triumph of spirit, with at once no hope and all hope. ELIZABETH BARRETT: _Letter to R. H. Horne._ ‘Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, addressed to Richard Hengist Horne.’ New York: James Miller, 1877. * * * * * [Sidenote: Prompt relief by mesmerism.] Within one minute, the twilight and phosphoric lights appeared; and, in two or three more, a delicious sensation of ease spread through me--a cool comfort, before which all pain and distress gave way, oozing out, as it were, at the soles of my feet. During that hour, and almost the whole evening, I could no more help exclaiming with pleasure than a person in torture crying out with pain. I became hungry, and ate with relish for the first time for five years. There was no heat, oppression or sickness during the seance, nor any disorder afterwards. During the whole evening, instead of the lazy, hot ease of opiates, under which pain is felt to lie in wait, I experienced something of the indescribable sensations of health, which I had quite lost and forgotten. HARRIET MARTINEAU: _Letters on Mesmerism_, quoted by Mrs. Fenwick Miller in her ‘Harriet Martineau.’ * * * * * [Sidenote: Subsequent good health.] Saw a brown-faced looking woman watching for the coach--thought I knew the face--looked out of window--it was Miss Martineau.... Walked with her to her newly built, or building house, a most commodious, beautifully-situated and desirable residence in all respects. I could not but look with wonder at the brown hue of health upon her face, and see her firm and almost manly stride as she walked along with me to Fox How, Dr. Arnold’s place. W. C. MACREADY: _Diary_, 1846. ‘Macready’s Reminiscences and Selections from his Diaries and Letters,’ edited by Sir Frederick Pollock, Bart. New York: Macmillan & Co., 1875. * * * * * [Sidenote: Carlyle’s later impression.] Miss Martineau was here and is gone--to Norwich, after which to Egypt--broken into utter weariness, a mind reduced to these three elements: imbecility, dogmatism, and unlimited hope. I never in my life was more heartily bored by any creature. THOMAS CARLYLE: _Letter_ in ‘Thomas Carlyle: A History of his Life in London.’ * * * * * [Sidenote: Change of opinions harshly stated.]