I Saw Deep In The Eyes Of

In April 1882 My Father Died; And I Was At Once Whirled Out Of My Land Of Dreams Into A Very Different Sphere.

Anyone Who Realises What Love Is, The Dedication Of The Heart, So Profound, So Absorbing, So Mysterious, So Imperative, And Always Just In The Noblest Natures So Strong, Cannot Fail To See How Difficult, How Tragic Even, Must Often Be The Fate Of Those Whose Deepest Feelings Are Destined From The Earliest Days To Be A Riddle And A Stumbling-block, Unexplained To Themselves, Passed Over In Silence By Others.

Making A Choice Is Like Backing A Horse - In A Hundred Years, They May Decide You Picked Wrongly.

It Is Curious That, With My Somewhat Antinomian Tendencies, I Should Have Gone To Trinity Hall - Which Was, And Is, Before All A Law College - And Should Thus Have Been Thrown Into Close Touch With The Legal Element In Life.

With My Somewhat Vague Aspiring Mind, To Be Imprisoned In The Rude Details Of A Most Material Life Was Often Irksome.