But forgive me, my dear husband, I may be unjust, and if I am may my child forgive me; I am not--oh, that I were--equally confident in my Caroline.

She loves me, but that affection, I know, does not prevent her thinking me harsh and unkind, if my wishes interfere with hers.

My authority is not the same with her as it is to her sister and cousin.

She seeks another confidential friend besides her mother, for she dreads my opinions differing from hers.

I have marked her thus in early childhood, and it still exists, though her temper is more controlled, her disposition, more improved.