'There comes a consciousness that I have no real hold on
life,--no real, permanent connection with any soul. I seem a
wandering Intelligence, driven from spot to spot, that I may
learn all secrets, and fulfil a circle of knowledge. This
thought envelopes me as a cold atmosphere. I 'do not see how I
shall go through this destiny. I can, if it is mine; but I do
not feel that I can.'
Casual observers mistook Margaret's lofty idealism for personal pride;
but thus speaks one who really knew her:--"You come like one of the
great powers of nature, harmonizing with all beauty of the soul or
of the earth. You cannot be discordant with anything that is true and
deep. I thank God for the noble privilege of being recognized by so
large, tender, and radiant a soul as thine."