ABSTRACT
It has already appeared what a fascinating power my beloved Henrietta possessed over my mind. It had lately been all tumult, and tempest, and supernatural rage. But her voice was like the song or incantation I have read of, that could ‘still the wild waves as they roar’, and hush the maddening winds. a Where she built her nest, and paid her watchful tendance, b the place seemed sacred from the storm, and no boisterous and unmannered passion dared intrude.
