In the same proportion as we lose our confidence in the virtues of others, we lose our proper happiness.
The observation of this mean jealousy, so humiliating to human nature, has influenced Lord Halifax, in his Advice to a Daughter, the school of art, prudery, and selfish morals, to caution her against all friendships, or, as he calls them, dearnesses, as what will make the world envy and hate her.
After my sweet Bell’s tenderness, I know no pleasure equal to your friendship; nor would I give it up for the revenue of an eastern monarch.
I esteem Temple, I love his conversation; he is gay and amusing; but I shall never have for him the affection I feel for you.
I think you are too apprehensive in regard to your sister’s happiness: he loves her, and there is a certain variety in her manner, a kind of agreable caprice, that I think will secure the heart of a man of his turn, much more than her merit, or even the loveliness of her person.
She is handsome, exquisitely so; handsomer than Bell, and, if you will allow me to say so, than Emily.
I mean, that she is so in the eye of a painter; for in that of a lover his mistress is the only beautiful object on earth.
I allow your sister to be very lovely, but I think Bell more desirable a thousand times; and, rationally speaking, she who has, as to me, the art of inspiring the most tenderness is, as to me, to all intents and purposes the most beautiful woman.
In which faith I chuse to live and die.
I have an idea, Rivers, that you and I shall continue to be happy: a real sympathy, a lively taste, mixed with esteem, led us to marry; the delicacy, tenderness, and virtue, of the two most charming of women, promise to keep our love alive.