LETTER XVI.
July 6.
CHarlotte is still with her dying friend; and is still the same,
still the same kind attentive creature, who softens pain, and
gives happiness whichever way she turns. She went out yesterday
with her little sisters; I knew it, and went to meet her, and we
walked together. In coming back towards the town, we stopped at
the spring I am so fond of, and which is become a thousand times
dearer to me now that Charlotte has sat by the side of it. I
looked around me, and I recalled the time I had passed there,
when my heart was unoccupied and alone. "Dear spring," said I, "I
have not since that time enjoyed cool repose by your {58} fresh
stream; and often passing hastily by, I have not even seen you."
I fixed my eyes upon Charlotte, and was struck with a lively
sense of all that I possess in her.
