winds; I bathed my temples with the waters. Fool that I was! the fever,
the fever was within! But it is not thus, my adored and beautiful
friend, that I should console and support you. Even as I write, passion
melts into tenderness, and pours itself in softness over your
remembrance. The virtue so gentle, yet so strong; the feelings so kind,
yet so holy; the tears which wept over the decision your lips
proclaimed--these are the recollections which come over me like dew. Let
your own heart, my Emily, be your reward; and know that your lover only
forgets that he adores, to remember that he respects you.



FROM THE SAME TO THE SAME.

---------- Park.

I could not bear the tumult and noise of London. I sighed for solitude,
that I might muse over your remembrance undisturbed. I came here
yesterday. It is the home of my childhood. I am surrounded on all sides
by the scenes and images consecrated by the fresh recollections of my
unsullied years. They are not changed. The seasons which come and
depart renew in them the havoc which they make. If the December
destroys, the April revives; but man has but one spring, and the
desolation of the heart but one winter! In this very room have I sat and
brooded over dreams and hopes which--but no matter--those dreams could
never show me a vision to equal you, or those hopes hold out to me a
blessing so precious as your love.

Do you remember, or rather can you ever forget, that moment in which the
great depths of our souls were revealed? Ah! not in the scene in which