The English ivy grows thickly over Miss Lyon’s grave, covering it like a mantle, and sending out its wealth of green leaves in the spring.  So each year her own handiwork flourishes, sending out into the world its strongest forces, the very foundation of the highest civilization,—­educated and Christian wives and mothers.

HARRIET G. HOSMER.

[Illustration:  (From the “Portrait Gallery of Eminent Men and Women.")]

Some years ago, in an art store in Boston, a crowd of persons stood gazing intently upon a famous piece of statuary.  The red curtains were drawn aside, and the white marble seemed almost to speak.  A group of girls stood together, and looked on in rapt admiration.  One of them said, “Just to think that a woman did it!”

“It makes me proud and glad,” said another.

“Who is Harriet Hosmer?” said a third.  “I wish I knew about her.”

And then one of us, who had stolen all the hours she could get from school life to read art books from the Hartford Athenaeum, and kept crude statues, made by herself from chalk and plaster, secreted in her room, told all she had read about the brilliant author of “Zenobia.”

The statue was seven feet high, queenly in pose and face, yet delicate and beautiful, with the thoughts which genius had wrought in it.  The left arm supported the elegant drapery, while the right hung listlessly by her side, both wrists chained; the captive of the Emperor Aurelian.  Since that time, I have looked upon other masterpieces in all the great galleries of Europe, but perhaps none have ever made a stronger impression upon me than “Zenobia,” in those early years.

And who was the artist of whom we girls were so proud?  Born in Watertown, Mass., Oct. 9, 1830, Harriet Hosmer came into the welcome home of a leading physician, and a delicate mother, who soon died of consumption.  Dr. Hosmer had also buried his only child besides Harriet, with the same disease, and he determined that this girl should live in sunshine and air, that he might save her if possible.  He used to say, “There is a whole life-time for the education of the mind, but the body develops in a few years; and during that time nothing should be allowed to interfere with its free and healthy growth.”

As soon as the child was large enough, she was given a pet dog, which she decked with ribbons and bells.  Then, as the Charles River flowed past their house, a boat was provided, and she was allowed to row at will.  A Venetian gondola was also built for her, with silver prow and velvet cushions.  “Too much spoiling—­too much spoiling,” said some of the neighbors; but Dr. Hosmer knew that he was keeping his little daughter on the earth instead of heaven.