moorland　sheep；　with　their　little　mossy…faced　lambs：…　they　clung　to　this　scene；　I　say；　with　a　perfect　enthusiasm　of　attachment。　I　could　prehend　the　feeling；　and　share　both　its　strength　and　truth。　I　saw　the　fascination　of　the　locality。　I　felt　the　consecration　of　its　loneliness：　my　eye　feasted　on　the　outline　of　swell　and　sweep—on　the　wild　colouring　municated　to　ridge　and　dell　by　moss；　by　heath…bell；　by　flower…sprinkled　turf；　by　brilliant　bracken；　and　mellow　granite　crag。　These　details　were　just　to　me　what　they　were　to　them—so　many　pure　and　sweet　sources　of　pleasure。　The　strong　blast　and　the　soft　breeze；　the　rough　and　the　halcyon　day；　the　hours　of　sunrise　and　sunset；　the　moonlight　and　the　clouded　night；　developed　for　me；　in　these　regions；　the　same　attraction　as　for　them—wound　round　my　faculties　the　same　spell　that　entranced　theirs。

Indoors　we　agreed　equally　well。　They　were　both　more　acplished　and　better　read　than　I　was；　but　with　eagerness　I　followed　in　the　path　of　knowledge　they　had　trodden　before　me。　I　devoured　the　books　they　lent　me：　then　it　was　full　satisfaction　to　discuss　with　them　in　the　evening　what　I　had　perused　during　the　day。　Thought　fitted　thought；　opinion　met　opinion：　we　coincided；　in　short；　perfectly。

If　in　our　trio　there　was　a　superior　and　a　leader；　it　was　Diana。　Physically；　she　far　excelled　me：　she　was　handsome；　she　was　vigorous。　In　her　animal　spirits　there　was　an　affluence　of　life　and　certainty　of　flow；　such　as　excited　my　wonder；　while　it　baffled　my