She is not past seventeen. Cast in so slight and exquisite a mould; so mild and gentle; so pure and beautiful; that earth seems not her element, nor its rough creatures her fit companions. The very intelligence that shines in her deep blue eye, and is stamped upon her noble head, seems scarcely of her age, or of the world; and yet the changing expression of sweetness and good humour, the thousand lights that play about the face, and leave no shadow there; above all, the smile, the cheerful, happy smile, are made for Home, and fireside peace and happiness.