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began, “Love not, love not, The thing you love may 
die.” But there was really beautiful music aside from 
these, Semiramide, I Puritant, Somnambula, now be- 
longing to the middle ages. 
Lizzie’s youth was delicate, 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, 
