One Cannot Know What A Man Really

We Certainly Do Not Forget You As Soon As You Forget Us. It Is, Perhaps, Our Fate Rather Than Our Merit. We Cannot Help Ourselves. We Live At Home, Quiet, Confined, And Our Feelings Prey Upon Us. You Are Forced On Exertion. You Have Always A Profession, Pursuits, Business Of Some Sort Or Other, To Take You Back Into The World Immediately, And Continual Occupation And Change Soon Weaken Impressions.

What Wild Imaginations One Forms Where Dear Self Is Concerned! How Sure To Be Mistaken!

Told Herself Likewise Not To Hope. But It Was Too Late. Hope Had Already Entered.

To Sit In The Shade On A Fine Day And Look Upon Verdure Is The Most Perfect Refreshment.

Till This Moment I Never Knew Myself.