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July 29.
OH! no; 'tis well -- 'tis all well. -- Me her husband! Eternal Power that gave me being, if thou hadst destined such happiness for me, my whole life would have been one continual thanksgiving! but I will not murmur against thee: forgive my tears, forgive my fruitless vows! -- She might have been mine; I might have folded in these arms all that is lovely under heaven! -- My whole frame is convulsed when Albert puts his arm round her waist.Shall I say it? -- And why should I not say it? -- She would have been happier with me than with him. Albert was not made for her: he wants a certain sensibility; he wants -- in short, their hearts do not beat in unison! Ah! my dear friend, how often in reading an interesting passage, when my heart and Charlotte's seemed to meet -- and when our {145} sentiments were unfolded by the story and situation of a fictitious character -- how often have I seen and felt, that we were made to understand each other! Alas, my friend! -- But this worthy man loves her with all his soul; and what does not such love deserve?
I have been interrupted by an insufferable visit. I have dried up my tears, and my thoughts are a little dissipated. Adieu, my dearest friend.