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ho that cares much to know the history o man, and how the mysterious mixture behaves under the vary-ing experiments o ime, has not dwelt, at least brieﬂy, on the lie o Saint Teresa, has not smiled with some gen-tleness at the thought o the little girl walking orth one morning hand-in-hand with her still smaller brother, to go and seek martyrdom in the country o the Moors? Out they toddled rom rugged Avila, wide-eyed and helpless-look-ing as two awns, but with human hearts, already beating to a national idea; until domestic reality met them in the shape o uncles, and turned them back rom their great re-solve. Tat child-pilgrimage was a ﬁt beginning. Teresa’s passionate, ideal nature demanded an epic lie: what were many-volumed romances o chivalry and the social con-quests o a brilliant girl to her? Her ﬂame quickly burned up that light uel; and, ed rom within, soared afer some illimitable satisaction, some object which would never jus-tiy weariness, which would reconcile sel-despair with the rapturous consciousness o lie beyond sel. She ound her epos in the reorm o a religious order.Tat Spanish woman who lived three hundred years ago, was certainly not the last o her kind. Many Teresas have been born who ound or themselves no epic lie where-in there was a constant unolding o ar-resonant action;