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MISS FREEpEEsICMA BEeENaEse

This distinguished Swedish writer, being now
in America, anything in relation 10 her will be read
with more than ordinary interest. The following
sketch of her, by MARY HuwIrr, is from Godey's
Lady's Book for October:
Ofherself, Frederick Bremen says: fit should
SO happen that, as regards me-, any one should wish
TO cast kind glance behind the curtain which con-
ceafs somewhat uneventiul life, he may discover
thatI was born ON the banks of the Aura, river
which flows through Abo and that several of the
venerable and learned men Of the University were
even my godfathers. At the age of three Il was
removed, with my family from my native country
OF Finland. OF this part of my life have only re-
tanned one single memory. This memory is word,
mighty name, which, in the depths of Paganism,
was pronounced by the Finnish people with fear
and love; and is still so pronounced IN these days,
although perfected by christianity still fancy
that often hear His word spoken aloud over the
trembling earth by the thunder of Thor, or by the
gentle winds which bring it refreshment and con-
ISOLATION. That word isJumaIa the Finnish name
for God, both in Pagan and Christian times
off any one kindly follows me from Finland into
Sweden, where my father purchased an estate after
he had sold his property in Finland, would not
trouble the inward elementary chaos, and the out
ward, unntefestng, and commonplace picture of a
family, which every autumn removed, in their COW
cred carriage, from their estate in the country to
their house in the capital, and every spring trun-
died back again from their house in the capital to
their country seat; nor how there were young
daughters in the family who played on the piano,
sang ballads, read novels, drew in black chalk, and
looked forward, with longing giances to the future
when they hoped to see and do wonderful things.
With humility, must confess, | always regarded
myself as heroine"
Casting glance into The family CIRCLE it would
be that they collected, in the evening, in the
great drawing room of their country house, and read
aloud that the works of the German poets were
read, especially Schiller, whose Don Carlos made
profound impression upon the youthful mind of
one Of the daughters in particular.
A deeper glance into her soul, will show that a
heavy reality Of sorrow was spreading, by degrees,
dark cloud over the splendor of her youthful
dreams. Like early evening, it came over the path
of the young pilgrim of life; and earnestly but in
van she endeavored to escape it. The air was
dimmed as by heavy fall Of snow, darkness in
creased, and il became night. And in the depth
of that endless winter night, she heard lamenting
voices from the east, and from the west from plant
and animal from dying nature and despairing hui
mainly; and she saw life, with all its beauty, IFS
love, its throbbing heart, buried alive beneath a
chill covering of ice. Heaven seemed dark and void;
there seemed TO her eyes, even as there was no
heart. All was dead, or rather, all was dying
excepting pain.
There Is signlncant picture, at the commence
ment Of every mythology. In the beginning, there
is bright and warm, and divine principle, which
allies itself to darkness and from this union Of igh,
and darkness-of fires and tears-proceeds God.
believe that something similar TO this takes place
in every human being who is born to a deeper life
and something similar took place in her who writes
these lines.
Looking at her few years later, it will be seen
that great change has taken place in her. Her
eyes have long been filled with unspeakable joy
she is like one who has risen from the grave to a
new life. What has caused this change2 Have
her splendid youthful dreams been acconplshed?-
Is she herOine2 Has she become victorious in
beauty or in removing No; nothing Of this kind
The illusions Of youth past--the season ofyouh
is over. And yet she is again young for there is
freedom in the depth of the soul, and "et there be
light" has been spoken above lts dark chaos and
the light has penetrated the darkness and illumina
ted the night, whilst, with her eye fixed upon that
light, she has exclaimed with the tears Of jov
death, where is thy sting? Grave, where is thy
victory"
Many grave since then has been opened 10 re
ceive those whom she tenderly loved; many a panp
has been felt since then but the heart throbs 10y
fully, and the dark night is over. Yes, it is over
but not the fruit which il has borne for there are