She Left Me, Offended At My Want

No One Can Be Happy In Eternal Solitude.

You Need Not Fear Me, For I Not Only Should Think It Wrong To Marry A Man That Was Deficient In Sense Or In Principle, But I Should Never Be Tempted To Do It; For I Could Not Like Him, If He Were Ever So Handsome, And Ever So Charming, In Other Respects; I Should Hate Him—despise Him—pity Him—anything But Love Him. My Affections Not Only Ought To Be Founded On Approbation, But They Will And Must Be So: For, Without Approving, I Cannot Love. It Is Needless To Say, I Ought To Be Able To Respect And Honour The Man I Marry, As Well As Love Him, For I Cannot Love Him Without.

But Smiles And Tears Are So Alike With Me, They Are Neither Of Them Confined To Any Particular Feelings: I Often Cry When I Am Happy, And Smile When I Am Sad.

Beauty Is That Quality Which, Next To Money, Is Generally The Most Attractive To The Worst Kinds Of Men; And, Therefore, It Is Likely To Entail A Great Deal Of Trouble On The Possessor.

Is It That They Think It A Duty To Be Continually Talking,' Pursued She: 'and So Never Pause To Think, But Fill Up With Aimless Trifles And Vain Repetitions When Subjects Of Real Interest Fail To Present Themselves? - Or Do They Really Take A Pleasure In Such Discourse?' 'very Likely They Do,' Said I; 'their Shallow Minds Can Hold No Great Ideas, And Their Light Heads Are Carried Away By Trivialities That Would Not Move A Better-furnished Skull; - And Their Only Alternative To Such Discourse Is To Plunge Over Head And Ears Into The Slough Of Scandal - Which Is Their Chief Delight.