ThemoreIkheinmatesofMoorHouse,thebetterIlikedthem.InafewdaysIhadsofarrecoveredmyhealththatIcouldsitupallday,andwalkoutsometimes.IcouldjoinwithDianaandMaryinalltheiroccupations;versewiththemasmuchastheywished,andaidthemwhenaheywouldallowme.Therewasarevivingpleasureinthisintercourse,ofakindnowtastedbymeforthefirsttime-thepleasurearisingfromperfegenialityoftastes,ses,andprinciples.

    Ilikedtoreadwhattheylikedtoread:whattheyenjoyed,delightedme;whattheyapproved,Irevereheylovedtheirsequesteredhome.I,too,inthegrey,small,antiquestructure,withitslowroof,itslatticedcasements,itsmoulderingwalls,itsavenueofagedfirs—allgrownaslantuhestressofmountainwinds;itsgarden,darkwithyewandholly—andwherenoflowersbutofthehardiestspecieswouldbloom—foundacharmbothpotentandpermaheygtothepurplemoorsbehindandaroundtheirdwelling—tothehollowvaleintowhichthepebblybridle-pathleadingfromtheirgatedesded,andwhichwouweenfern-banksfirst,andthenamongstafewofthewildestlittlepasture-fieldsthateverborderedawildernessofheath,avesusteoaflockofgreymoorlandsheep,withtheirlittlemossy-facedlambs:-theygtothisse,Isay,erfethusiasmofattat.Icouldprehendthefeeling,andsharebothitsstrengthandtruth.Isawthefasationofthelocality.Ifeltthesecrationofitsloneliness:myeyefeastedolineofswellandsweep—onthewildcunicatedteanddellbymoss,byheath-bell,byflower-spriurf,bybrilliantbra,andmellowgranitecrag.Thesedetailswerejusttomewhattheyweretothem—somanypureasourcesofpleasure.Thestrongblastabreeze;theroughandthehalday;thehoursofsunriseandsu