Oh! Emmeline, spite of all his harshness, his coldness, and evident dislike, my heart yearns to my father.

Would he but permit me, I would love and respect him as fondly as ever child did a parent, and when, after beholding his cruelty to my mother, my heart has sometimes almost involuntarily reproached him and risen in rebellion against him, the remorse which instantly follows adds to that heavy burden which bows me to the earth.

We leave England in May, if I am sufficiently strong.

I do not think we shall visit London, but travel leisurely along the coast to Dover.

I wish I could see you once more, for I know not if we shall ever meet again, dear Emmeline; but perhaps it is better not, it would only heighten the pain of separation.