We shall never return to it again; the haunts I so dearly loved, the scenes in which I have spent so many happy hours, all will pass into the hands of strangers,--it will be no longer our own; we shall be no longer together, as for so many years we have been.

In changing my residence thus, I feel as if every tie I loved was torn asunder.
* * * * * I thought I could have written calmly on this subject, my Emmeline, but I believed myself stronger, both in mind and body, than I am.

I have been very ill, and therefore let that be my excuse.

Plead for me with your mother, Emmeline; tell her she knows not how I struggle to conceal every pang from the watchful eyes of that mother who has hung over my couch, with an agony that has told me plainer than words I am indeed her only joy on earth.

My spirit has been so tortured the three months of my stern father's residence at home, that I feel as if I would--oh! how gladly--flee away and be at rest: but for her sake, I pray for life, for strength; for her sake, I make no resistance to the advice of Mr.
Maitland, that for a year or two we should live in Italy or Switzerland, though in leaving England I feel as if I left I know not what, but somewhat more than the mere love for my native land.