December 20.—
I congratulate you,
my sister, my friend, my ever beloved Cecilia.
Happy! happy may you be in your
nuptials! but in the midst of my joy for
your being so nobly and worthily bestowed,
self love forces a sigh from me. I
have lost the pleasing hope of seeing you
at the time fixed for your return. The
station your husband holds at the court
of Vienna, will, I fear, long detain my
beloved in a foreign land. But you are
not amongst strangers; a husband, a
brother, and tender parent, must make
every part of the globe equally your
home. I will therefore seek for my contentment
in yours, and rest satisfied with
believing that you will always continue
to love me.
