Charlot i'n't well. A stomach disorder!
No wonder a girl's stomach should plague her. A single woman; that's it.
When she has a man to plague, it will have something besides itself to
prey upon. Knowest thou not moreover, that man is the woman's sun; woman
is the man's earth?--How dreary, how desolate, the earth, that the suns
shines not upon!
Poor Charlotte! But I heard she was not well: that encouraged me to
write to her; and to express myself a little concerned, that she had not,
of her own accord, thought of a visit in town to my charmer.
Here follows a copy of her letter. Thou wilt see by it that every little
monkey is to catechise me. They all depend upon my good-nature.