That is so hateful, that she knows I hate.
“Dejection reigns, I feel, but cannot tell
Why upon me the dire infection fell.
Madmen may say that they alone are sane,
And all beside have a distemper’d brain;
Something like this I feel—and I include 350
Myself among the frantic multitude;
But, come, Matilda writes, although but ill,
And home has health, and that is comfort still.”
George stopt his horse, and with the kindest look