My Soul Is Awakened, My Spirit Is

She Left Me, Offended At My Want Of Sympathy, And Thinking, No Doubt, That I Envied Her. I Did Not - At Least, I Firmly Believed I Did Not.

This Paper Will Serve Instead Of A Confidential Friend Into Whose Ear I Might Pour Forth The Overflowings Of My Heart. It Will Not Sympathize With My Distresses, But Then, It Will Not Laugh At Them, And, If I Keep It Close, It Cannot Tell Again; So It Is, Perhaps, The Best Friend I Could Have For The Purpose.

Well, But You Affirm That Virtue Is Only Elicited By Temptation; - And You Think That A Woman Cannot Be Too Little Exposed To Temptation, Or Too Little Acquainted With Vice, Or Anything Connected Therewith - It Must Be, Either, That You Think She Is Essentially So Vicious, Or So Feeble-minded That She Cannot Withstand Temptation, - And Though She May Be Pure And Innocent As Long As She Is Kept In Ignorance And Restraint, Yet, Being Destitute Of Real Virtue, To Teach Her How To Sin Is At Once To Make Her A Sinner.

Thank Heaven, I Am Free And Safe At Last!

To Represent A Bad Thing In Its Least Offensive Light Is, Doubtless, The Most Agreeable Course For A Writer Of Fiction To Pursue; But Is It The Most Honest, Or The Safest? Is It Better To Reveal The Snares And Pitfalls Of Like To The Young And Thoughtless Traveller, Or To Cover Them With Branches And Flowers? Oh, Reader! If There Were Less Of This Delicate Concealment Of Facts--this Whispering "peace, Peace," When There Is No Peace, There Would Be Less Of Sin And Misery To The Young Of Both Sexes Who Are Left To Wring Their Bitter Knowledge From Experience.