LETTER XL.

London, Friday, May 22.

I have just received your affectionate letter and am distressed to think

that I have added to your embarrassments at this troublesome juncture,

when the exertion of all the faculties of your mind appears to be

necessary, to extricate you out of your pecuniary difficulties. I

suppose it was something relative to the circumstance you have

mentioned, which made —— request to see me to-day, to _converse about a

matter of great importance_. Be that as it may, his letter (such is the

state of my spirits) inconceivably alarmed me, and rendered the last

night as distressing as the two former had been.

I have laboured to calm my mind since you left me—Still I find that

tranquillity is not to be obtained by exertion; it is a feeling so

different from the resignation of despair!—I am however no longer angry

with you—nor will I ever utter another complaint—there are arguments

which convince the reason, whilst they carry death to the heart—We have

had too many cruel explanations, that not only cloud every future

prospect; but embitter the remembrances which alone give life to

affection.—Let the subject never be revived!

It seems to me that I have not only lost the hope, but the power of

being happy.——Every emotion is now sharpened by anguish.—My soul has

been shook, and my tone of feelings destroyed.—I have gone out—and

sought for dissapation, if not amusement merely to fatigue still more, I

find, my irritable nerves.—

My friend—my dear friend—examine yourself well—I am out of the question;

for, alass! I am nothing—and discover what you wish to do—what will

render you most comfortable—or, to be more explicit—whether you desire

to live with me, or part for ever? When you can once ascertain it, tell

me frankly, I conjure you!—for, believe me, I have very involuntarily

interrupted your peace.

I shall expect you to dinner on Monday, and will endeavour to assume a

cheerful face to greet you—at any rate I will avoid conversations, which

only tend to harrass your feelings, because I am most affectionately

yours.

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