Since I saw you, I have, literally speaking, _enjoyed_ solitude. My
sister could not accompany me in my rambles; I therefore wandered alone
by the side of the Thames, and in the neighbouring beautiful fields and
pleasure-grounds: the prospects were of such a placid kind, I _caught_
tranquillity while I surveyed them—my mind was _still_, though active.
Were I to give you an account how I have spent my time, you would smile.
I found an old French bible here, and amused myself with comparing it
with our English translation—then I would listen to the falling leaves,
or observe the various tints the autumn gave to them. At other times,
the singing of a robin, or the noise of a water-mill, engaged my
attention—for I was, at the same time perhaps discussing some knotty
point, or straying from this _tiny_ world to new systems. After these
excursions, I returned to the family meals, to’d the children stories
(they think me _vastly_ agreeable) and my sister was amused.—Well, will
you allow me to call this way of passing my days pleasant?
I was just going to mend my pen; but I believe it will enable me to say
all I have to add to this epistle. Have you yet heard of an habitation
for me? I often think of my new plan of life; and, lest my sister should
try to prevail on me to alter it, I have avoided mentioning it to her. I
am determined!—Your sex generally laugh at female determinations; but
let me tell you, I never yet resolved to do any thing of consequence,
that I did not adhere resolutely to it, till I had accomplished my
purpose, improbable as it might have appeared to a more timid mind. In
the course of near nine-and-twenty years, I have gathered some
experience, and felt many _severe_ disappointments—and what is the
amount? I long for a little peace and _independence_! Every obligation
we receive from our fellow-creatures is a new shackle, takes from our
native freedom, and debases the mind, makes us mere earthworms—I am not
fond of grovelling!
I am, sir, yours, &c.
MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT.