Why Fly My Thoughts Abroad, When Everything Around Me Appears At Home?" My Child Was Sleeping With Equal Calmness - Innocent And Sweet As The Closing Flowers.

Some recollections, attached to the idea of home, mingled with reflections respecting the state of society I had been

Contemplating that evening, made a tear drop on the rosy cheek I had just kissed, and emotions that trembled on the brink of ecstasy and agony gave a poignancy to my sensations which made me feel more alive than usual.

What are these imperious sympathies? How frequently has melancholy and even misanthropy taken possession of me, when the world has disgusted me, and friends have proved unkind. I have then considered myself as a particle broken off from the grand mass of mankind; I was alone, till some involuntary sympathetic emotion, like the attraction of adhesion, made me feel that I was still a part of a mighty whole, from which I could not sever myself - not, perhaps, for the reflection has been carried very far, by snapping the thread of an existence, which loses its charms in proportion as the cruel experience of life stops or poisons the current of the heart. Futurity, what hast thou not to give to those who know that there is such a thing as happiness! I speak not of philosophical contentment, though pain has afforded them the strongest conviction of it.

After our coffee and milk - for the mistress of the house had been roused long before us by her hospitality - my baggage was taken forward in a boat by my host, because the car could not safely have been brought to the house.

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