He Was The First To Recognise Me,

I Stood Lonely Enough, But To That Feeling Of Isolation I Was Accustomed: It Did Not Oppress Me Much.

My Rest Might Have Been Blissful Enough, Only A Sad Heart Broke It.

Of Late Years An Abundant Shower Of Curates Has Fallen Upon The North Of England.

I Had A Theoretical Reverence And Homage For Beauty, Elegance, Gallantry, Fascination But Had I Met Those Qualities Incarnate In Masculine Shape, I Should Have Known Instinctively That They Had Nor Could Have Sympathy With Anything In Me.

If Men Could See Us As We Really Are, They Would Be A Little Amazed.