Y childhood was free and healthy. It would be useless to attempt to live it over again to try to make it sparkle as Of old before my imagination. I can see the child that was I at six years Of age, at ten, but as though I had dreamed her. A lovely dream which the faintest recall to the present instantly dispels. It is like music, too, perhaps, a delicate, Vibrant harmony; and like a great enfolding light; and there is the joy, still vivid, Of remembering it.