So you are coming,--I can hardly believe it. Never say again that I
shall forget you. Let me remind you, Madam, if all else fail to
convince you, that we two are women, and that there is one tender
love, one yearning, which can only be betwixt woman and woman.

There is something infinitely pathetic in this truth; a man may be
the dearest, the nearest he can never be.

But I must bless and leave thee. I have promised to meet Gabriel at
the Post-office.

My last letter. No need to write again. Oh, Constantia, can it be
true? Yours in all truth,

EMILIA.




THE JOURNAL.


_June 3d, at evening._--I am weak, very weak. I never could carry
either joy or trouble pent up in my heart.

It has seemed sometimes of late that I must be stifled by the thing
that troubles me. Yet it is a trifling thing; nothing, I am sure,
but a foolish, wicked fear, a little disease within myself. If mamma
were here, I should just go and lay my head on her knees, and tell
her everything. Then she would stroke my eyes and bid me see reason,