O! How Short A Time Does It

When Young People Are Too Rigidly Sequestered From [the World], Their Lively And Romantic Imaginations Paint It To Them As A Paradise Of Which They Have Been Beguiled; But When They Are Shown It Properly, And In Due Time, They See It Such As It Really Is, Equally Shared By Pain And Pleasure, Hope And Disappointment.

To Nobody, Then, Will I Write My Journal! Since To Nobody Can I Be Wholly Unreserved, To Nobody Can I Reveal Every Thought, Every Wish Of My Heart, With The Most Unlimited Confidence, The Most Unremitting Sincerity, To The End Of My Life!

I Cannot Sleep - Great Joy Is As Restless As Sorrow.

In England, I Was Quite Struck To See How Forward The Girls Are Made--a Child Of 10 Years Old, Will Chat And Keep You Company, While Her Parents Are Busy Or Out Etc.--with The Ease Of A Woman Of 26. But Then, How Does This Education Go On?--not At All: It Absolutely Stops Short.

Falsehood Is Not More Unjustifiable Than Unsafe.