JULIET TO SARAH.
O bless you, Sarah, bless you!—I accept your offer, with
a full heart and overflowing eyes. O, you know not
what you have saved me from,—but I cannot tell you,
I dare not---I only say that I am ready to lie down upon
my bed, and weep till the hour of our meeting. When
shall it be?----I am not impatient, not very impatient,
dear Sarah----but let it be as soon as possible. Can I
not join you? It may be a long time before you return
to New York;----and, in the mean time—But no!
that were unworthy of me. I will await your own good
time. Sarah---I wish that you could see me;---my hand
shakes with a strange convulsion; and, just now, when I
arose to tie up my hair, which had fallen over my face,
and blinded me, I was struck with the change in my
own countenance. What does it portend?---Am I to be
happy yet!----O, righteous heaven, pity me; have compassion
on me!----else may kindness do, what suffering-humilation,----the
approach of death has left undone---
make me forget thee. Sarah, I cannot write intelligibly---
farewell:---heaven bless thee----do not omit an opportunity
to write to me, do not----you can have no idea what
a sweet consolation it is to me—Stay, I have read this
over. I have half a mind to tear it: yet something must
be said; and, if I trust my heart to tell its gratitude, there
is no knowing how unwise and pestilent a babbler it
may become.----So----go it must; but remember, I do
not complain. I betray no one----I accuse no one. I
only say that I am unhappy----very, very unhappy; and
that, the sooner I am in the arms of my own dear Sarah,
the sooner I shall be happy.---Farewell----farewell!---
The route to Quebec will be delightful---Ah, I wish that
I were with you.----
