drawer，Imighthavekeptsometreasure，thecomfortofpoorgirlsill—usedbylove，sad，poeticsouls，——butah！IhaveYOU，I
believeinYOU，myfriend。Thatbeliefstraightensallmythoughtsandfancies，eventhemostfantastic，andsometimes——seehowfarmyfranknessleadsme——IwishIwereinthemiddleofthebookwearejustbeginning;suchpersistencydoIfeelinmysentiments，suchstrengthinmyhearttolove，suchconstancysustainedbyreason，suchheroismforthedutiesforwhichIwascreated，——ifindeedlovecaneverbetransmutedintoduty。
IfyouwereabletofollowmetotheexquisiteretreatwhereI
fancyourselveshappy，ifyouknewmyplansandprojects，thedreadfulword\"folly！\"mightescapeyou，andIshouldbecruellypunishedforsendingpoetrytoapoet。Yes，Iwishtobeaspringofwatersinexhaustibleasafertilelandforthetwentyyearsthatnatureallowsmetoshine。Iwanttodriveawaysatietybycharm。Imeantobecourageousformyfriendasmostwomenarefortheworld。Iwishtovaryhappiness。Iwishtoputintelligenceintotenderness，andtogivepiquancytofidelity。Iamfilledwithambitiontokilltherivalsofthepast，toconjureawayalloutsidegriefsbyawife’sgentleness，byherproudabnegation，totakealifelongcareofthenest，——suchasbirdscanonlytakeforafewweeks。
Tellme，doyounowthinkmetoblameformyfirstletter？Themysteriouswindofwilldrovemetoyou，asthetempestbringsthelittlerose—treetothepollardwindow。Inyourletter，whichI