Were you as fond of your first child, I wonder, as I am of mine?
And did you utterly forget your husband, when the little darling was first put into your arms?
Write and tell me." _Number III._ 1811.--"I have hardly patience to take up my pen But I shall do something desperate, if I don't relieve my overburdened mind in some way.
"After I wrote to you last year, I succeeded in getting my husband away from the detestable University.

But he persisted in hanging about Germany, and conferring with moldy old doctors (whom he calls "Princes of Science"!) instead of returning to Paris, taking a handsome house, and making his way to the top of the tree with my help.

I am the very woman to give brilliant parties, and to push my husband's interests with powerful people of all degrees.

No; I really must not dwell on it.

When I think of what has happened since, it will drive me mad.
"Six weeks ago, a sort of medical congress was announced to be at the University.