LETTER XXVI

_[Paris] October 1 [1794]._

It is a heartless task to write letters, without knowing whether they will

ever reach you.--I have given two to ----, who has been a-going, a-going,

every day, for a week past; and three others, which were written in a

low-spirited strain, a little querulous or so, I have not been able to

forward by the opportunities that were mentioned to me. _Tant mieux!_ you

will say, and I will not say nay; for I should be sorry that the contents

of a letter, when you are so far away, should damp the pleasure that the

sight of it would afford--judging of your feelings by my own. I just now

stumbled on one of the kind letters, which you wrote during your last

absence. You are then a dear affectionate creature, and I will not plague

you. The letter which you chance to receive, when the absence is so long,

ought to bring only tears of tenderness, without any bitter alloy, into

your eyes.

After your return I hope indeed, that you will not be so immersed in

business, as during the last three or four months past--for even money,

taking into the account all the future comforts it is to procure, may be

gained at too dear a rate, if painful impressions are left on the

mind.--These impressions were much more lively, soon after you went away,

than at present--for a thousand tender recollections efface the melancholy

traces they left on my mind--and every emotion is on the same side as my

reason, which always was on yours.--Separated, it would be almost impious

to dwell on real or imaginary imperfections of character.--I feel that I

love you; and, if I cannot be happy with you, I will seek it no where

else.

My little darling grows every day more dear to me--and she often has a

kiss, when we are alone together, which I give her for you, with all my

heart.

I have been interrupted--and must send off my letter. The liberty of the

press will produce a great effect here--the _cry of blood will not be

vain_!--Some more monsters will perish--and the Jacobins are

conquered.--Yet I almost fear the last flap of the tail of the beast.

I have had several trifling teazing inconveniences here, which I shall not

now trouble you with a detail of.--I am sending ---- back; her pregnancy

rendered her useless. The girl I have got has more vivacity, which is

better for the child.

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