That so trifling a Creature grieve any I could hardly suppose - though with Love all things are possible.
Thanking you tenderly as a child for a sweet favor I can never go. This will not retard my place in Affection will it?
I shall still be mentioned when the children come?
Some must seem a Traitor, not because it is, but it's Truth belie it.
Andre had not died had he lived Today.
Only Love can wound -
Only Love a**ist the Wound.
Worthier let us be of this Ample Creature.
If my Crescent fail you, try me in the Moon -
This will make no difference in the daily dearness?
You will keep the same Face and myself no other Heart, with the slight repairs Thought and Nature make -
In adequate Music there is a Major and a Minor -
Should there not also be a Private?
Good Night - I am going to sleep if the Rat permit me - I hear him singing now to the Tune of a Nut.
I could wish to know, be it by a Trifle, that you name me still.
Emily.