Julia Ward Howe,
Margaret Fuller
(1883)
“ In these days she wrote in her journal:— "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 envelops me as a cold atmosphere." From this chill isolation of feeling Margaret was sometimes relieved by the warm appreciation of those whom she had truly found, of whom one could say to her: "You come like one of the great powers of nature, harmonizing with all beauty of the soul or of the earth. ”
