Volume 1, Letter 61
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17981798

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Author : Mary Wollstonecraft

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August 5.

Employment and exercise have
been of great service to me; and I have
entirely recovered the strength and activity
I lost during the time of my nursing.
I have seldom been in better
health; and my mind, though trembling
to the touch of anguish, is calmer—yet
still the same.—I have, it is true,
enjoyed some tranquility, and more happiness
here, than for a long—long
time past.—(I say happiness, for I can
give no other appellation to the exquisite
delight this wild country and fine
summer have afforded me.)—Still, on examining
my heart, I find that it is so
constituted, I cannot live without some
particular affection—I am afraid not
without a passion—and I feel the want
of it more in society, than in solitude—

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Writing to you, whenever an affectionate
epithet occurs—my eyes fill
with tears, and my trembling hand
stops—you may then depend on my resolution,
when with you. If I am
doomed to be unhappy, I will confine
my anguish in my own bosom—tenderness,
rather than passion, has made me
sometimes overlook delicacy—the same
tenderness will in future restrain me.
God bless you!


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     Volume 1, Letter 61 -- Publication : November 30, 1797

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