-If there ever was a woman thoroughly like her name, it was Agatha Bowen. She was good, in the first place-right good at heart, though with a slight external roughness (like the sound of the g in her name), which took away all sentimentalism. Then the vowels-the three broad rich a's-which no one can pronounce with nimini-pimini closed lips-how thoroughly they answered to her character -a character in the which was nothing small, mean, cramped, or crooked. But if we go on unfolding her in this way, there will not be the slightest use in writing her history, or that of one in whom her life is beautifully involved and enclosed-as every married woman's should be-