What are you about? How are your affairs going on? It may be a long time before you answer these questions. My dear friend, my heart sinks within me!—Why am I forced thus to struggle continually with my affections and feelings? Ah! why are those affections and feelings the source of so much misery, when they seem to have been given to vivify my heart, and extend my usefulness! But I must not dwell on this subject. Will you not endeavour to cherish all the affection you can for me? What am I saying?—Rather forget me if you can—if other gratifications are dearer to you. How is every remembrance of mine embittered by disappointment? What a world is this! They only seem happy, who never look beyond sensual or artificial enjoyments. Adieu.
—— begins to play with the cabin boy, and is as gay as a lark. I will labour to be tranquil; and am in every mood,
Your’s sincerely
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LETTER XLIX.
Thursday.
Here I am still—and I have just received your letter of Monday by the pilot who promised to bring it to me, if we were detained, as expected, by the wind. It is indeed wearisome to be thus tossed about without going forward. I have a violent head-ache, yet I am obliged to take care of the child, who is a little tormented by her teeth, because —— is unable to do any thing, she is rendered so sick by the motion of the ship, as we ride at anchor.
These are however trifling inconveniences, compared with anguish of mind—compared with the sinking of a broken heart. To tell you the truth I never in my life suffered so much from depression of spirits—from despair. I do not sleep—or, if I close my eyes, it is to have the most terrifying dreams, in which I often meet you with different casts of countenance.
I will not, my dear ——, torment you by dwelling on my sufferings—and will use all my efforts to calm my mind, instead of deadening it—at present it is most painfully active. I find I am not equal to these continual struggles—yet your letter this morning has afforded me some comfort, and I will try to revive hope. One thing let me tell you, when we meet again—surely we are to meet!—it must be to part no more. I mean not to have seas between us, it is more than I can support.
The pilot is hurrying me; God bless you.