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began, "Love not, love not, The thing you love may 

 die." But there was really beautiful music aside from 

 these, S emir amide, I Puritani, Somnambula, now be- 

 longing to the middle ages. 



Lizzie's youth was dehcate, and in the few years 

 before she was twenty there was some anxiety about 

 her lungs. We always had our dear Miss Lyman [the 

 governess] with us. As each one reached the age of four- 

 teen or so, we passed on from her teaching to a larger 

 school, where more branches could be taught, — all 

 except Lizzie, and for her it was thought wiser that 

 she should stay at home, taking lessons in languages, 

 drawing and music. It was curious enough in con- 

 sideration of the life before her that she had not as 

 solid an education as the others. But this was bal- 

 anced by her love of reading in general, perhaps not 

 reading of the most solid kind, but wider than it would 

 have been if she had had to bring lessons home from 

 school to study, and when the intimacy with her 

 brother-in-law, Mr. Felton, came, she read a great 

 deal under his direction. 



Lizzie's personality was very charming. She was 

 of good height, slender and graceful, with pretty 

 delicate features, hair arranged in little curls on each 

 side of her face according to the fashion of the day, 

 hazel eyes of the color some one has described as like 

 the water of a brook running over a bed of brown 

 autumn leaves, and her expression was in keeping 

 with her character — always sweet and unruffled. 

 The nursery name given her by her little brother 

 Richard, when she said, "Whom do you love best. 



