God bless you, dear Dorothy. I love you more than I seem to know you, but I know that you are good, and most good to my dear Harriet, and that I am
Yours very affectionately,
Fanny.
Mortimer Street, Tuesday, November 25th, 1845.
Dearest Hal,
I had a letter yesterday from my father, from Brighton.... He has renounced the project of crossing the Atlantic at present....
Of course, dear Hal, we are none of us half patient enough. Suffering and injustice are so intolerable to us that we will not endure them, and forget all the time that God allows and endures them.
You ask me if I recollect my discussion with you going down to Southampton. Very well, my dear Hal, and your appearance especially, which, in that witch's travelling-cap of yours, is so extremely agreeable to me that you recur to me in it constantly, and as often I execrate your bonnet. How much I do love beauty! How I delight in the beauty of any one that I love! How thankful I am that I am not beautiful! my self-love would have known no bounds.
I am writing with a very bad pen. I told you of that pen Rogers mended for me, and sitting down to try it, wrote the two following lines, which he gave me, of Cowper's:
"The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown."