But, on the wings of love, I fly to my charmer, who perhaps by this time
is rising to encourage the tardy dawn. I have not slept a wink of the
hour and half I lay down to invite sleep. It seems to me, that I am not
so much body, as to require such a vulgar renovation.
But why, as in the chariot, as in the inn, at alighting, all
heart-bursting grief, my dearest creature? SO persecuted as thou wert
persecuted!--So much in danger of the most abhorred compulsion!--Yet
grief so unsuspectedly sincere for an escape so critical!--Take care,
take care, O beloved of my soul! for jealous is the heart in which love
has erected a temple to thee.
Yet, it must be allowed, that such a sudden transition must affect her;
must ice her over. When a little more used to her new situation; when
her hurries are at an end; when she sees how religiously I shall
observe all her INJUNCTIONS; she will undoubtedly have the gratitude
to distinguish between the confinement she has escaped from, and the
liberty she has reason to rejoice in.
She comes! She comes! And the sun is just rising to attend her! Adieu!
Be half as happy as I am (for all diffidencies, like night-fogs before
the sun, disperse at her approach) and, next myself, thou wilt be the
happiest man in the world.