Remember, I have wealth more than wit can number; I have had power more than kings could emcompass; yet the world seems a desert; all nature appears an afflictive spectacle of warring passions.

This blind fatality, that capriciously sports with the rules and lives of mortals, tells me that the mountains will never again send forth the water of their springs to my thirst.

Oh, that I might be freed and set at liberty from wretchedness! But I fear, I fear this will never be.
G.Why, Amelia, this untimely grief?
What has caused the sorrows that bespeak better and happier days, to those lavish out such heaps of misery?
You are aware that your instructive lessons embellish the mind with holy truths, by wedding its attention to none but great and noble affections.
A.This, of course, is some consolation.

I will ever love my own species with feelings of a fond recollection, and while I am studying to advance the universal philanthropy, and the spotless name of my own sex, I will try to build my own upon the pleasing belief that I have accelerated the advancement of one who whispers of departed confidence.
And I, like some poor peasant fated to reside Remote from friends, in a forest wide.
Oh, see what woman's woes and human wants require, Since that great day hath spread the seed of sinful fire.
G.Look up, thou poor disconsolate; you speak of quitting earthly enjoyments.

Unfold thy bosom to a friend, who would be willing to sacrifice every enjoyment for the restoration of the dignity and gentleness of mind which used to grace your walks, and which is so natural to yourself; not only that, but your paths were strewed with flowers of every hue and of every order.
With verdant green the mountains glow, For thee, for thee, the lilies grow; Far stretched beneath the tented hills, A fairer flower the valley fills.
A.Oh, would to Heaven I could give you a short narrative of my former prospects for happiness, since you have acknowledged to be an unchangeable confidant--the richest of all other blessings.