BY FREDERIKA BREMER, AUTHORESS OF "STRIFE AND PEACE,' FAMILY," "THE PRESIDENT'S DAUGHTERS," ETC., ETC., ETC. H. G. CLARKE AND CO., 66, OLD BAILEY. A DIARY. Stockholm, Nov. 1, 18 IN THE FORENOON. "This day-a life!"-THORILD. "ANOTHER day, another revolution of light and shade! Enjoy thy existence!' sayest thou, holy morning-dawn, vivifying glance of love, emanation of God! Once more thou didst awake me out of my darkness, gavest me a day, a new existence, a little life! Thou lookest upon me in this life, and sayest: Follow the moment! It diffuses in its flight light and blossoms; it conceals itself in clouds but to shine forth again with resplendent lustre. Follow it, and do not suffer thyself to be visited by the twilight ere thou hast commenced to live!" Such were my trains of thought, when at the dawn of morning I awoke and saw the rays of daylight penetrate into my little chamber. Involuntarily I stretched out my arms towards them; they were neither cheering nor bright; they were the rays of a dull November day, but, notwithstanding, light of that Light which illumines my day of life, and which I hail with love. May the light of my day of life be as the morning light-a rising one. Whether its rays shine through clouds or mists, or through a serene, transparent atmosphere no matter, if the day but increases and life grows brighter. After an absence of ten years, I am visiting the home of my youth again; as to the time of my staywhether for a longer or shorter period-circumstances must determine. Independent with regard to my property and circumstances, I can now, after many a long year of captivity, taste liberty, and at the age of thirty years follow my own inclinations. Yesterday evening I arrived here, a few days earlier than they expected me, and could not, therefore, flatter myself that the dwelling of my stepmother was on my account so splendidly illuminated, as I found it on my arrival. Ah, no! On the contrary, I had great difficulty to find any one who would take the least notice of me and my luggage. At length I met with a maid, whose friendly countenance and manner pleased me, and who, on ascertaining who I was, paid the utmost attention to my person and luggage. "Ah!" exclaimed she, as she conducted me up a faintly-lighted winding staircase leading to my apartment, "how provoking it is; her ladyship is giving a little ball to-day, to celebrate Fräulein Selma's birthday; and now, you see, they have carried up all the cloaks into your room; what a sight to be sure! but they did not expect your ladyship until next week, and therefore, you see, there is nothing in order here yet." "It's of no consequence," rejoined I, as I surveyed the room with some consternation, which in the letters of my stepmother was commended to me as "excel |